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In this hustle and bustle of the day ,
Our happiness and real joy are in which way.
Something is surely missing in our lives in a sense,
Where is our smile kept in a very harsh fence.
Happiness punctuates our life of sorrow,
But the world is in a race to lend and borrow.
Why I'm alone,
Where had my joy gone.
Who cares for others in this hay,
Where to go and request the smile to come along with me
And with me to stay.
This loneliness makes me horrified,
In making someone happy what made everyone mortified.
Changing situation of life can't change you
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2 | Manish_5 | 403 |
3 | Kimi writes | 378 |
4 | Sarvodya Singh | 116 |
5 | AkankshaC | 93 |
6 | Udeeta Borpujari | 86 |
7 | Rahul_100 | 68 |
8 | Anshika | 53 |
9 | Srividya Ivauri | 52 |
10 | WriteRightSan | 52 |
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1 | Srivats_1811 | 1131 |
2 | Udeeta Borpujari | 551 |
3 | Rahul_100 | 242 |
4 | AkankshaC | 195 |
5 | Infinite Optimism | 179 |
6 | Anshika | 152 |
7 | Kimi writes | 150 |
8 | shruthi.drose | 142 |
9 | aditya sarvepalli | 139 |
10 | Manish_5 | 103 |
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