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May 2019
Work your relative truths
During the sound of day,
Reality construed through tools
Of your calculating conscious minds:
Optimal for survival and longevity.

But do remember too:
As when the silence of night dawns in, and
As the sound of thought scurries away
While you're cradled in the arms of slumber,
None of those truths will matter
Which governed your existence during the day.
It best be thought as Maya(illusion).
Swapnil Duryodhan
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Swapnil Duryodhan  32/M/India
(32/M/India)   
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