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Mirage
So boldly though stand there on the precipice;
No shade no wind
Barren they say.
Lack they those looks which beauty see.
Thou conscience I can see
Your garments stripped by atmosphere you see
Mans lust laid your skeleton bare.
Fools look inside the womb;
Its arms hug the mother tight
Which gives you the life
On which you tread, He embraces that.
Proudly he stands there head high.
The ethic more noble than it's height.
Cultivate those looks which beauty see
Insane things may teach you more.
poem
by
Sanjay Mehta
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