Art Of Leaving

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On saint, pale and faint By face and mind Sells his thought on rent His useless swot bore nothing He browsed on the poverty Found something to grind Slapped himself on his face His name and fame decayed/ For him, Indian Governments School A haven, for naxals and terrorist. Private schools are good for nation And its people, his notion In fact, he is against the education The right of the human beings I know, all knew, it revealed It's the primitive thought and He is unsocial, selfish, danger For the Nation and its people He is even danger for the humanity He unveiled the veiled and proved "The art of living" as "The Art of leaving"///

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