A Beautiful Novel
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No, Is it a game of fate?
No, See; the arrow that hit the hat,
Here, for me-
All are known-
Wrapped with false happiness,
Sorrow groped, somewhere hid,
Achievements! false dignity,
Formal affinity,
Hazy-high- fly,
Only sly! cry-
Tell me who don't need love?
Everybody is a lover
Yet love's boundaries un-measured
Everybody dyeing for the self,
Ah! Life for them-
'A beautiful novel'
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