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My life
Life! oh, what in a life,
Vicious questions without answers,
Continuous flow of disbelief,
fair of urban idiocy.
Only shame on yours self.
Who is more foolish and
Unbelieving than me?
In spite of all humiliation
The eyes find light;
Is there really a way?
It's just war. And losing.
Despondent, heathen people all around.
I am full of of wasted time and failure,
But what is good about it?
There is life, identity,
Insinuation of merciless drama,
Anything more? There is always
Two-lines to write.
A poem of a few lines.
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Chinmoy Bose
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