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Infancy Cry...
Why can't I live with the love and the bliss,
It always dices me with tremendous stress,
We are the infants for the Almighty God,
Stuck always into the deserted cause,
Then we are alone, we know whom we need,
Then someone should be ready for a mutual deed,
Being alone could be like crushing a majestic wall,
But can we go against the nature's call,
Then we feel the attainment of renunciation stage,
But its premature nirvana and illusions in waste,
Its when we curse thee to be so stupid,
Lets face our problems and be our own cupid,
There are problems I suppose you know them,
Life is travel full of wicked games,
But don't try to find way under the pretext of Divine Escapism,
This is not a sacred book,
Here you have to work it,
This is what is to be dynamic,
This is being alone and you need to Face it...
poem
by
Vikrant Jog
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