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Dec 2020
A sane roamed through nooks and corners around,
Disgusted with primitives, sifting for a man bound,

With the slothful and weary, my soul's oppressed,
Looking for bold and forging ahead, I am possessed,

I said, " Ye shan't find one, I'm desperately shaken,
He replied, " For the undiscoverable, I'm overtaken.

Dr Riaz Ahmad November 27, 2020
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Dr Riaz Ahmad  78/M/faisal town Lahore
(78/M/faisal town Lahore)   
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   Eshwara Prasad
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