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Apr 2016
Happiness

It's a never ending search.

Somehow feeling lonely

Among group of people.

It's sounds good to make

People happy by your gestures.

Ironically, you are the clown

And you lack the happiness.

You can listen patiently to others

Give your energies with no

Intention of profit.

You end up losing your own

Strength.

May be you are meant for sharing

Rather than taking it
You cannot make everyone happy

But, still you try your best

Ending up as a clown

And people can make fun of you
Babu kandula
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Babu kandula  Des Plaines, Illinois
(Des Plaines, Illinois)   
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