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Feb 2015
They're all jesters on your path.

Unbeknownst to you
Light up only the wrong way.

Success is a slow poison
Wealth a carnage
Fame a fatality
And pride the hell’s peak
From where is only one way

Down.

Now there was no applause
As the King saying thus

Put down his crown.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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