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Eternal bliss
Trapped in the illusion of temporary gratification,
No one looks in the mirror for clarification.
Delighted with just inappreciable things,
Who knows? The soul seeks eternal bliss.
Imagination is surrounded by beauty.
Nobody thinks of the flip side's shoddy
Running around beautiful things,
Without thinking of real wings,
Will you find in it eternal bliss?
Eternal beauty finds its source in gods,
Not in the shoddy things of the world's lobes,
Fall in love with God only,
Not with deceived humanity,
The soul would be satisfied easily.
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Ashneh Singh
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