Poetry
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Not words or verses
But soul itself in sentences
May make it like river flow
The water may silently go
So the poems are gift
For normal men to shift
From pain and agony
To feel the blessings from almighty
Simple words may make
To move forward without stake
No personal attachment
But with happy moments
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