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just a dotted island.._do comment)
true fact of life that most of us undergo.
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How does it feel ?
To climb the highest pinnacle,
And come rolling down like thunder.
To promise , your heart belongs to someone,
And yet , that one heart is just not enough.
To earn respect from the most honourable firm,
But the shock of unemployment loses it all.
To fight the toughest gladiator,
And for others just an evening of pleasure.
To possess all the possible jewel,
Alas.. not a soul left behind, that wealth...futile.
To return back home after the eight hour,
Worse still.. not a comforting word discussed.
To shed streams of tears, made of sweet wine,
And yet, no sign of sympathy for the lonely child.
To win the olympics, the title of gold,
Yet no smile of pride ornamented with kisses and hugs.
To grasp the epitome of beauty,
Which sooner or later refuses to stand by.
alone we entered, alone we exist,
this world is just a dream , and it's glory ..transient.
there may be myriad souls crying for companionship,
but after all...man is merely a dotted island.
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