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one night I cried I talked to my God,
"why things not mine
why things not mine
why I have to lose everytime
why you made this sacrifice mine"
and my dear God
send an angel:
who stayed with me in the mourning nights
who delivered a message of God to me
"life itself is sharing thought
some thing one lose something got
things one gets soon rot"
and my dear friend I stood up again
with colours and brush and medium life
this time
with courage
with strength
and now on my dear
sitting alone I use to laugh
sitting alone I use to talk
not to you my dear
but to my self my dear
for I reach the peak where I can give ----ask not.
Though I know I stand alone
Though I know I will stand alone
But my dear
Love itself the home to live
With one principle
That is
To give , to give.