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Sometimes
It’s the quiet, of the calm
That quietly exists
With the rage, of the storm
Non displaces other

Forever
As, the dark of the night
Never replaces
The bright shining sun
Eternally, they live

When one desire fulfills...
arises another
We never settle...
At times
the renunciation prevails
and worldly matters rattle
Life....A perpetual battle
needs you to prove your mettle....


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