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Revived the thoughts of an incandescent mind,

Hovering like the birds just who learnt to fly,

It was unknown for the self,

To know who I define,

Perhaps my life is a gift,

Beautifully designed by the Almighty,

This I atlast realise,

I am just a boon or a substance of Nature and Divine.

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