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Nov 2014
We fight for
Food

We fight for
Justice

We fight for
Everything

Do we really
fight with us

The inner
distracted
clumsy
confused
state of
Mind

Which always
has no clarity

Which always
has no perfect
understanding

of what we are
What we meant for

May be try to
find it out

Not really,
at the end of
the day
we all give up
A fight

For better
Understanding
of what we are
what we are meant for

Is what we need...

Hope this is
really clumsy and
not clear
and jumbled

But, trust me
we have to fight
with ourselves

To find what we really
are
Babu kandula
Written by
Babu kandula  Des Plaines, Illinois
(Des Plaines, Illinois)   
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