In Plenty
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Do not run after illusion
It shall create confusion
Mind shall be in wilderness
That shall drive you for chase
Try for only those things
Which has something?
In significance
For a chance
No more pressure
For improbability to assure
Go for own conscience
With total surrender at once
You shall gain
Without pain
With your hard word
And honest word
Leave behind
The reason to go blind
You are maser of destiny
Yu shall have it in plenty
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