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I found this poem in a torn piece of paper from one of my old school exercise book...

Have money? Dreams...you can buy any!

This is not a Song 2 by Blur

There are more beautiful things I haven’t yet seen

this was written in August 2008...naive hand...so apologies if there is any mistake...

from gardens of hopes to the streets of emptiness...I search for the flower that is lost in the jaundiced street-lights...

woo your own soul...

Hopelessly...children suffer the worst brunt of their parents' misdeeds and whims...

It's about my inborn indignation about the sanguine aspects of my life.

I'm alive!