Illusions

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World is full illusions There is no room for any confusion We live with in situation that we do not want And part with what really is not our part The nature is very much there We have to search and go nowhere You have everything within sight Make choice that has to be very right We believe in deception We claim innocence but want no mention The identity crisis is big question Rest everything is built on wrong relation You pray almighty for happiness Do nothing good to leave behind any trace Who can remember when you are no more? There are no words that may be worth to adore We have penetrated in ever field The interest and attachment is largely varied There is undue haste and eagerness even if there is no chance on surface It may be sheer madness and stupidity But in today’s date it has its validity Everybody wants to be rich over night and be called millionaire No place is left vacant to be probed anywhere It is said “person is influenced by his own thinking” He may flow with the air and at the same time sink too There is no limit to his fancy and ambition It is inherent weakness with strong inhibition

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