So normal, the poverty
makes you rich.
At the same time, you cry.
Not needed to be
adored, I was my own slave.
The long journey suffers.
The big shark makes
a dive. You fall like ginger―
bread in mouth of kismet.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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