Friday, 14 June, 2024, Reg No- 06
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Published : Saturday, 8 June, 2024 at 12:00 AM  Count : 667

I fall, I die
In the middle of the night
I see, I cry
When I lose, keep my heart tight
Life is like a tomb of truth
Where all are candid, none is ghoul
As life is a sailboat
Its path is restless and untitled

Life is like a pale horse
The pebbles of the Dead Sea
If the wages of sin is death
So, why do we seek the false love?

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