Dear stranger
The torture
That you are doing
With your soul
To smell like
A sandalwood
Is a beautiful lie.
And unknowingly
You are losing
That firewood
Which ignites
The flame of belief
To reach the destination
Untill it turns into ash.
Dear stranger
The torture
That you are doing
With your soul
To smell like
A sandalwood
Is a beautiful lie.
And unknowingly
You are losing
That firewood
Which ignites
The flame of belief
To reach the destination
Untill it turns into ash.
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