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From Some Where
From Some Where
Precariously life is terrible, if you afraid of death
Other hand accept perpetual facility
Provided by nature’s faith
Why do you fear from that! If not to harm or start
No way there is one can bereave of it
Either accepts, or discard, promises of fact
No spectacular in your pronounce, it comes upon
When multifarious affluences and fortunes
Pour upon you, without cause
When other parts of same coins turn, as routing job
You want to provoke self unsafe
As irony and glamour, you stand in prosperity
Learn to forward in other situations too
Then only flashes light of the life, as
As a prudential thought to you
Those, who discarded rich through the sense,
Of sacrifice or even charity both
They sedate life precariously; you cannot count other, my love.
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Deepak Chalise
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