Heavens designed and hells casted
Life sometimes stands strangely flabbergasted
Be ahead or rather get perfected
And impatiently wait, till they seem intersected …
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As children, we know what we seek
Till pragmatism fill lungs like air
Then we lay on ground, looking at the sky
Moving inch by inch, in despair…
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Clouds obscure a dream I share
Morbid obsession or concupiscence rare…
Future constitutes a simple recipe
Carefully choose dispositions, desire and destiny to prepare …
