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The pen in my hand is a ready writer

When the praises go up the blessings comes down

Walking through the ambiance of a winter night

Looking into a mirror to find serenity and peace

When old age is stealing on; we climb up the stairs a and forget what we went up there for

When we are a sleep we have not a care in the world

The left over ravages of of a broken down world

the absolution of time

Political parties vying for votes

A silent voice speaking from the heart