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LIFE


Life is not a chess, neither taking up of a stress; It’s a divine beauty, to respect it is our duty; Whatever may be the conflict, you need to face: It’s not a race, so slow down your pace. Live every moment with sincerity, Don’t try to grasp it, Don’t try to harass it. For some It’s their love, which comes all above; For some It’s a fame, it’s a glare, For others a game – foul or fair. You can’t cheat it, nor can you win; The only way to be blessed is shun your sin. Life, once past is not a regret, It’s a welcome with open arms to pass on and forget. Life is sacred, so pure; Never hurt anyone, just be that sure. You don’t know it’s intentions; you can’t predict it’s pretensions. Then indeed it’s a guess : UNKNOWN TO WHAT HAPPENS NEXT !
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