One tunnel, two ends with so many bends
And piercing needles, caught in the middle
Where each of them say; theirs is the right way.
Joy and bridle, religion they fiddle
With bends of believes and needles of grieves
In tunnel called earth, two ends; life and death.
So much said in two stanzas
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Thank you ma… These days, I think a lot about, life, faith, sufferings and fiddle religion
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hmmm
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Beautiful!
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Thank you Hariom PrabhalarSingh
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Beautiful philosophical transcript in poetry
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Thank you
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