Strange Way
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Strange way
It is strange way
We got to stay
And accept darkness
On the face
We are normal human
Men and women
Never known outside
With limited knowledge inside
Life is restricted to earn
And go even
Barely for livelihood
The meaning of arrival on earth is never understood
An idle mind thinks a lot
And caught
Amidst lots of confusion
With no light for vision
The dark seems has got upper hand
With no end
In sight for short life
That is how it grips false edge of sharp knife
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