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That pen was not just another pen like, Was close to his heart soothing moonlike. He bought that pen after paying huge cost, That was one reason he liked that most. For sbowing status for showing the fame, What he had achieved   position and name. Pen was a symbol for flaunting repute, That he was on top this no one dispute. It reminds him also reminds the all, He reached at the top after many so fall. But one day in office that pride was lost. It was that pen that he liked the most. He doubted in office workers and staff, At times in office abruptly he laugh. He had suspicion on ally and friend. Driver & sweeper too themselves to fend. One day in office clerk found  that pen. Was hidden in file and   lying since then. He wished to say sorry and  admit the guilt. His ego but came in his way as a hilt. Ajay Amitabh Suman: All Rights Reserved
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Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 9:13 PM UTC
Do not Suppress, what wish to express
That pen was not just another pen like, Was close to his heart soothing moonlike. He bought that pen after paying huge cost, That was one reason he liked that most. For sbowing status for showing the fame, What he had achieved   position and name. Pen was a symbol for flaunting repute, That he was on top this no one dispute. It reminds him also reminds the all, He reached at the top after many so fall. But one day in office that pride was lost. It was that pen that he liked the most. He doubted in office workers and staff, At times in office abruptly he laugh. He had suspicion on ally and friend. Driver & sweeper too themselves to fend. One day in office clerk found  that pen. Was hidden in file and   lying since then. He wished to say sorry and  admit the guilt. His ego but came in his way as a hilt. Ajay Amitabh Suman: All Rights Reserved
In many cases, a man is willing to apologize for something he has done wrong, but his ego stands in the way. What could be the result of this, except regretting the mistake?
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Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 9:13 PM UTC
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