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Aug 2015
Nothing seems to be enduring
while I keep on believing
for happy times ahead.
The world never stays at a place
you and me, blind in this maze
what was precious that day
is now just a needle in a pile of hay
Cycle is the way of life
old leaves will surely fall
our new ones always come and cry
for it does not know us at all
from that standstill space
he is dropped in this rat race.
Still we don't go anywhere
while I keep on believing
this earth keeps on spinning
and spinning
our hymns and chants keeps on repeating
this world will be a better place
happy times for all human race.
For a better tomorrow :)
When love will prevail and hate will fall.
And we will make it happen !
Sourodeep
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Sourodeep  30/M/Bangalore, India
(30/M/Bangalore, India)   
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