Neither Mortal Nor Immortal
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I wonder,
where is the line that separates the object and its image,
I cannot deny,
I cannot remain silent,
neither I am Bertand Russel
nor Budha,
I am sure there is such a line.
One day,
I shall cross the line of control,
the image will cease to be,
I am moving closer to that line,
day by day,
neither I am mortal nor immortal.
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