And not remembering the day it started,
Never knows how and when it ends,
So many things had come and gone.
Met many people on the course,
Likes and dislikes never remained the same,
Hatred and love was always there and a heap
Of impressions the mind had become.
Greed and lust has made me a slave ,
Need to break this bondage and flee,
For to realise what I am …
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