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Jul 2017
First we learn to walk indoors,
the path is full of pebbles, *** holes.
We tumble down, kick and fight
till the floor turns plain and smooth.

Roads of life are topsy-turvy
weight and force of steps make them even.
Roads are endless, so are journeys
we make the smooth for posterity.

10th July, 2017
Written by
Sumit Ganguly  Kolkata, India.
(Kolkata, India.)   
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