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Where the mind is without fear...
where the eyes are without tears...
When the world is without liars...
Itz only when people are with their dears,
Cometh this Beauty. Life is celebrated
There's an acclaimed short story namely "Aiibu and the Song of Life" written by me. This song /poem comes at the end of the story. It was actually written in telugu, a south Indian language, incidentally my mother tongue.

That story was such a hit  with my readers that it was shared by readers privately and at one time asked me to write more about the Characters. I have expanded it into 5 novels, which will come out soon starting this year internationally in multiple languages. One of them is a prequel and the rest 4 are sequels of that short.

The complete song which is more refined will be in Novels. The short Song (first stanza is posted here)
Decently indecent -

The life of a scamp
Moving like a *****.

To have his foot prints stamp
On the shore for ever.

He preaches to
Die hard,

And says to
Live it easy.

Like a child
Without going wild

His motto is
A fight for
The right
Without flight
Tears of pure emotion rolled over his cheeks
Taking out the lava of pain down onto the earth
His revival now solely depends upon the way
He manages to carry on in the aftermath
Of the eruption of the volcano, called emotion

You're not here with me doesn't
Necessarily mean
You're not with me
I know you're always with me
Whether it is here
Or somewhere else.

Death separated
Our bodies
Not the spirits, the hearts
Your existence
In the space-time
Once or thence
Enough

I'll lead my life
Till the end
In the name of the best within Us
Julius Caesar
Stabbed by his friend alas
Said, "You too Brutus"
A second handed
critic made a film so lame
Gave others his hair
There is a story
of a girl living aloof
But that's false I know
If you are quiet
when truth is buried naked
Lies will make you slave
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