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Poem: Wheel of life

Gloomy, Starry or full of thorns
All these paths seems unknown
Laughter, joy or tears of sorrow
Makes me bother no more

No bird, animal or vulture
A human form that I have taken
Routine is what I follow
With no purpose of my own

Survival is what we seek
And death is what we are worried
What makes us so different
When we all are trapped in the wheel

- Shamitha Heramb

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