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Nov 2015
We humans are born to die
We are mortal
But we have opportunity
To be immortal.

Beauty, money, pride, Fame
All at once will turned to dust
Only our work can immortalize our name
From thousand to thousand years.

If we work hard and work for good
Then we will be remembered as good.
Bad things also remembered
But with lots of hatred and angered.
pralay patra
Written by
pralay patra  India
(India)   
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