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Hear, oh Muses! something for sure,
I will not bear anything more,
I had enough of my share of hell,
I had broken off all my shell.
Shells of proud, hatred, fame, and so on,
If not broken, they are worthless from now on.
At least I have realized, it was all wrong
To delve in it, and becoming their pawn.
So now, I certainly, deserve the eternal bliss,
For which everybody longs no matter, what he wish.
I know there is still lot to be done,
To get that holy pleasure and fun,
But it should certainly come near to me,
So that I can feel pleasure and relief.
Sure this is no time of rest for me.
I have still to cover, a lot more than this,
For this is just a beginning on right way,
And end is still very far away.
But I need something to bank on,
For which I can gamble my life upon,
Something I should feel of that etenal bliss,
For which I am leaving all ‘this’.
‘This’ is certainly no match to bliss,
and it is ignorance to believe on ‘this’
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