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Perception of Things
This journey of life is so unending and nothing is ever complete, even if we actually do end it. The journey starts to have a meaning, even though it was not the one which we actually hoped for. Continuation is always present, although the ways cannot be predicted. What can I say because the ways are so unexplained. End is also another perception of things.
poem
by
Rohit Sapra
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