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leave grasping mirage

all glittering is not gold!
we the dweller of world
live in enigmatic glittering
dream to posses everything
run after the mirage of desire 
oh! Nothing these shining are 
at last all entrepreneur  find alluring ashes 
ash is changing in shape to unshaped gases
turned into seen to unseen
sigh fill up despondency bin 

-January 17, 2019 Chattogram

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