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O to give, not so in hand
A man stands there, aloof and bare,
I know him not, know his despair.
I reach out in concern and care,
Give my hand, bare of all false air.
He knows me not, walks together,
Knows my hand on lonely shoulder.
O to stand tall, hope or despair,
Of same mind in life’s every fare.
E’en bleak heart tied up in a snare,
Can help still a man in despair.
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Couplets |12.05.2024| giving
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Aniruddha Pathak
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