We Add Salt
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When sleeps entire universe
There awakes single man
He is called man with patience
Above pretty small things hence
Our mind is like monkey
Sometimes run after money
Some time seeks pleasure
And sometimes remain miser
It is fault with unstable mind
That keeps on being unkind
Never sets on right things
Always thinks about being king
It is good if you think positively
Remain in firm control smilingly
That helps to overcome tight situation
But carries on with its continuation
It is our fault too
We add salt
On existing wounds
But does not find it unsound
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