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To this day many have longed for getting forgotten They come and work, The sins they commit Though in the world they fit Not knowing what they had done They sit With forehead above water level Chest swollen from air puffed without any gravel Those who saw it were unable to grieve 'cause their aim of seeing an unfulfilled dream of peace, In their wit, There now remains a saddening atmosphere. What would have happened if they were to forgive Many lives would have lived Many swords would not covered with filth Their descendants must not quit. They must use their wits The same that once saw an unfulfilled dream, And let many others live.

A smile, Semi-circle And bigger and larger than Nile, And its Delight, What comes to you And you wait for it, It's your right An immense fright of feelings, As if in fight. An outburst. Cause it got Delight Yells the world, Let them yell, A delight is only thing that dwells for lifetime only to tell, Live a life longer and twice Once dark next light. Red,blue,yellow,all together form it. Your light your delight. Greatness is well defined, So is a small fight What can never be defined is of course a Delight Never let it break Never let it shrink Just let it grow as you think Being famous or Being great isn't Greater than The Great Delight which is now famous And always right for me and for you In morning and Even at midnight Let the world do its talk Its the time you walk towards Here's the late fight Do as you wish with all your might. These canvas and exams, Don't determine What you can with your Delight Black shade or white,

A stream of water Flowing above motor Making count the meter With working of filter Making it milder From the wilder for the user Because its Nature Which decides its feature, A gust of wind Around the hill Being very much kind It gives a hint To catch up your will Don't let the smoke arise from the grill Because its Nature Which decides its future A heap of dust Still on a plane A steep slope for an ant But  not tough for one who wants to stand Not too hight nor too grand Just a hill which went away with water and wind But stood still it can 'cause of its Nature Which decides the armature It still stands, in form of an island In the mid of rain and sand way-laid yet useful to others