Real World

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Real world When the body struggles The feet crumble The eye sight deceives Think of the world you perceive Nothing may appeal Nothing shall look real You shall feel the burden And pack your luggage for heaven But think of third sense And its presence That makes your existence praiseworthy You are always thanking about an almighty You till look at the world in same way As you had been throughout your hey days You were energetic and full of charms You kept your surrounding and people very warm You are trying to live in with reality That is one of the finest qualities The world is no different as it was in past You must see colorful things even at the last Think of fast walk on the track With no help of stick The world shall run along with you The cuckoo shall sing wonderfully true

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