If sometimes name moves on,
Oftentimes fame moves on.
What well begins moves on,
If ends well, game moves on.
If able limbs move on,
Limb-lost, lame oft moves on.
A shame-soaked scarce moves on,
Fame filled to frame moves on.
Right from birth death moves on,
Life’s aim is same: moves on.
If fear of shame shackles,
Freed from same man moves on.
Life’s life...
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