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Sep 2017
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Dusk till dawn everyday
Addiction of affected
Memory of her touch
Soft cotton bud spreads
over my hard body, but
Rejuvenate mind and soul

The ''Me'' that can see the unseen
Touches the untouched mean
Feeling the real fragrance
Standing on the entrance
Watching the worldly core
From the inner light door

Away from the noise and pollution
Seeking real all solution
Mind watches the pure conclusion
Not depending on a life's conclusion
Living with the dust and crust
Passing test of the earth

Not thinking of salvation
Not wanting any liberation
But living with the actual relation
Nothing pain or segregation
The ''Me'' that can see unseen
Is the pure soul of Eternal screen

There is no end of wit, grace and beauty
But there is always a new beginning of duty
This sweet question is a constant link
Which reflects our attraction to Think
Song of life takes us along with the wind
From inside room to outside to go and find

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
The Sick Red Carnation
Written by
The Sick Red Carnation  27/F/Iran
(27/F/Iran)   
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