We fret and fume to no avail,<\/p>\n
Life is awake-dreaming without a goal.<\/p>\n
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World puts many a cap on human face,<\/p>\n
But the one that matters most is one\u2019s soul.<\/p>\n
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Our doings are often protests against the world,<\/p>\n
Our best moments when we are left alone.<\/p>\n
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Desires are small escapes from the coarseness of the world,<\/p>\n
Dreams their blueprint.<\/p>\n
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Make me not a villain if I knocked out some wisdom,<\/p>\n
I was only trying to touch the eternity.<\/p>\n
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Brotherhood the glue that holds us together,<\/p>\n
Uniqueness of the individual our jewel.<\/p>\n
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Give me a moment you take the history,<\/p>\n
Dissolution in an ocean is better than life at a beach.<\/p>\n
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What is happiness but a mood,<\/p>\n
Liberation a permanent state.<\/p>\n
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Suffern, New York, May 9, 2019; Rev. 1.10.2023<\/p>\n