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Jun 2020
I shed no tear ;
poverty, disease,
death are common sight.

I don't chase happiness ;
Wealth, opulence, extravagance
are out of reach.

I don't strive to live;
Destiny is controlled
by fate.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
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