ETERNAL SOLITUDE
On the gloomy morning of 20 November
A hundred years of solitude is finished
So many, so much to remember
But all in a puff perished
Fame & shame, phoney glory
Everything is but a dreamy story
All that bustle & hustle for money or love
Is just struggle against solitude
If only we knew there is a final cyclone
Why not succumb to fate and stay lone
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Author:
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