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Unrest Soul: Chance 4

Right from the time of feeding by blood
Riding and rolling in uterus
Right from the time a cry was induced
Chance has always been there saying
-“You tell us”

People it rejects
People it curse
People it bless
No will is permanent it reassures
– “Take a chance”

Pleas are made to be pleas
Please don’t trash
Please don’t trash me if you are blessed
Let all under the wider sky live for a turn
– To take a chance.

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