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It’s not easy to dream, for him
Who doesn’t have a dream destination.
Or for him who has lost
his road map to Eden,
During his passage through societal labyrinth,
Indeed under compulsion.
Though in young days, we think,
way to our dream
Is a broad chested stream,
it’s not, by now we all know my friend.
Thing best what could be done just empathize
And share with your fellow passerby,
Droplets of fluidized sensibility, again.
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