Life

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Lost in the maze of life;
Fern and grass on the floor,
Far apart, there a hive;
Abut by the sore.

Rambled after the soul;
Which endowed a moor,
The time , it unroll;
All, brought out from obscure.

Strolled those turf fold;
From my glorious birth,
And Rolled and Rolled;
Into the dust of Earth .
                             ---Washim ul Islam.

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