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Mar 2015
When I saw the morning sunlight gleaming,
I thought about all the darkness that it veiled,
Behind its bold beams it had bowed down.

While I looked at the rays they were sifting,
I realized that in the evening the sun must set,
Bundle will open & then will again be night.

Where I wondered was the permanent day,
I answered myself that it was ever impossible,
But worrying was docile as I too will perish.

Who could complete this jigsaw of my life,
In here you come smiling as the permanence,
Bringing completeness to my life you are..

Why I must try to make the best of my life,
Imbibing positives and happiness throughout,
Because life is too small to waste in vain...
My HP Poem #818
©Atul Kaushal
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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