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Ok
This world's a stage
Where plays myriad happen
And actors plenty get wages
OK
Wages of love
Of sugar parted breath
And sweet distances
Between two loving souls
OK
Sometimes this distance
Sweet as honey before
Becomes ugly
Attraction becomes repulsion
OK
Sometimes you feel your soul
Crushed like a plastic can
Words parting for breath
Having run a marathon
Just.....to be expressed!
OK
Sometimes you feel cared
As if someone's hand
For you is always there
Soon you realize
He was a figment
Of nothing but surprise
OK
You do the running
And find
All but human beings
Are so blind
Sometimes you do feel
Everyone's but a guest
Of two and a half days!
One to be born and brought up
Another to near death
O man!just don't give up
In the half for you left
OK
Finally I come to the point
To everything
How easy it is
To say an
OK!
The world revolves around me and this poem is just a reflection.
Is it OK?

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