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May 2016
When you're travelling...

From the mansions of money,
Farthest from stings
In the sweet combs of honey;

To the beauties of arts,
Imagining immense;
Through the magics of science,
Researches commence;

Till the darkness breaks free,
As the light of reality;

Seeing a world full of rough,
The Earth seems round enough !
Tejas Srivastava
Written by
Tejas Srivastava  M/New Delhi
(M/New Delhi)   
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