The Wheels Of Civilisation
A Anjandev Roy
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Running and running....
All are running every moment,
The wheels of civilisation
Is also moving persistently,
Light and darkness,
Kindness and cruelty,
Pain and pleasure,
Win and loss....
Everything is there
In this bosom of this sphere
As an inevitable phenomenon,
The eminent writers have no respite,
They are sincerely writing
With their great insight
And thus enriching the human civilization
In their own way.
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