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There lives a woman in the West of Arira 
To whom life denied the rights to live
The woman alive, but short of living
The life, like periwinkle shuts its doors
The troubles her children will inherit
To an elderly she sought answers to her odds
Why has life been unfavourable to her?
Why must life be ungrateful to her deeds?
In love, in arms, indeed, in honest she gave
But life, her toils unrewarded.
The elderly in deep voice and candour
Experience and in wisdom he replied:
“Basirat”, he said. “Life has been your friend
In your life denied was life given
From you, life sought its grace, woman.
To whom everything is given, everything denied
In thinking, so is interpretation, what you see
In what you see shall you be, your dreams
For in the shadow of life a man lives
You are in agreement with the unknown
But you are the known, woman
For in you, the birth to life comes,
In what you see lives the unseen.
The unseen is what you have.
Woman, that, in you; is what you are seeking
That which is not lost!
When shadow is at the back, in front you are
That is when you are the receiver
But when the shadow is in front, you at its back
That is when you are the seeker
Life, I said, is your friend
The love you gave is the hate you gave
To him whose love returns in hate by you in past
The arms you gave was the favour you denied 
Him that sought favour in the past
The honesty is returned in favour of your dishonesty
The one you gave to the honest in the past
The good of your deeds is nothing
But, atonements of opposites given in the past
But cry not of the present sufferings
Life will give back in atonement
That, which life has denied your today.”
And Basirat believed the elderly
And in hope, she did await, life atonement.

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