Puzzle
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This is the night
When I left you hurried
The door slammed
Leaving you puzzled
Life's questions
So many, remain unanswered
As it flows
Throws questions
Like the' YAKSHA' of' Mahabharat'
We always ask ourselves
Some we find answer
Others remain mysteries
And we die of thirst.
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