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Sonnet
Once, at the time of a journey by train ;
I lost in the realm of ideation;
My heart had asked a question from my brain;
Is the next station your destination?
I said ! no, I have to go away far;
It doesn't means, where your life seems to be halt;
That is the end. If you want to get star;
In your hand, keep moving on with exalt.
At dawn, when i woke to slip the coach door;
A fresh beauty comes, to sooth my tired face
And invites my soul to feel, the wavy shore
And made me relaxed to win, the life race.
Smoothly, I was relishing in the change;
Till I reached my stoppage, just like a sage.
I lost in the realm of ideation;
My heart had asked a question from my brain;
Is the next station your destination?
I said ! no, I have to go away far;
It doesn't means, where your life seems to be halt;
That is the end. If you want to get star;
In your hand, keep moving on with exalt.
At dawn, when i woke to slip the coach door;
A fresh beauty comes, to sooth my tired face
And invites my soul to feel, the wavy shore
And made me relaxed to win, the life race.
Smoothly, I was relishing in the change;
Till I reached my stoppage, just like a sage.
