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by Ashutosh Ghildiyal

The world is not the word
The word is not the world

The lamp burns all night
The flowers bloom stealthily

But soon the many colors fade
And light comes under a shade

Money and Youth
One day disappear

Moments of joy and pleasure
Are momentaneous

The whole world itself
One day comes to an end

Three days of life
Pass away in a blink

Only love lasts longer

Copyright © 2009 by Ashutosh Ghildiyal

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