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Dec 2024
I am becoming an envious man,
Day by day, I am losing hope
No wages, No job I need
Blessings are all I carve for
A sparrow flying:
Through the autumn mountains
Wants to reach me, reached never.
The weight in my boots is doubled
And this beautiful life is troubled,
My time has never come
But somewhere in my heart, I know:
This time, too, shall pass.
Written by
Abhay Sarkaria  M/India
(M/India)   
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