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Cared
I sat dejected.
Patience, she said,
Will win the world for you,
Gifted you are
You make words you write
Work for you;
As they dispense meanings
Sought by you
And create the worlds they intend
I shall keep a watch over you
Even when you are asleep;
I will not forsake you,
I am your pride.
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Ravinder Soni
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