Blank
A Anjandev Roy
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A child is born,
He grows up gradually and steadily,
Seeds of ambition automatically get nourishment in his intellectual mind,
The expectations are fulfilled one by one.
In course of time he reaches the acme,
Still he repents at the end,
"I have not yet climbed the all important summit,
Without which my life is blank, absolutely blank."
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