PAIN OF STRUGGLE 

Sweet soft soul struggle a lot 

Powerful pain broken the divine pot 

Ah pain ! cross its limits like infinite sky 

Tears tried to laugh but mind deny 

How mystic soul  forget to love? ; it's divine 

Tears have their own taste , rhythm and rhyme

Lines of fate seems to be sunk in the ocean of cry 

Soft soul desires to fly high in the unknown sky 

Amazing world of poetry and sacrifice 

To live in the hearts of people ; real aim of life 

What I feel compose  it before die 

INDIA 

JULY 21,2020 

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ASHOK KUMAR 

INTERNATIONAL PEACE ACTIVIST 

NEW BASTI PATTI CHAUDHARAN 

BARAUT BAGHPAT 

UTTAR PRADESH