Man, A Musk Deer
A Aniruddha Pathak
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Chasing things all life man's like a musk deer,
What's his and near is never to him dear,
Nor he knows: source of happiness is him,
Nor knows, mirage ‘tis to chase a vague dream;
Man's filled with bliss to the brim,
Scratch a little let him,
And happiness shall rise like cream.
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Reflections | 02.10.04 |
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