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Some words are pure and profound, where some are trespassers of mind, strolling like a cat,
Some words are carved in a sacred walls of history, where some are waiting to be written on a grave,
Some words leads to the unlocked doors of my loved ones, where some are pointing at the fake flickering lights,
Some words are bagging on the way long to unnamed God, Where some are freezing in the frivolous fights,
What a jungle I am in!, where people are even articulating through their eyes and kissing them with the frisky fun of heart,
Look how enigmaticly they are murmuring!, Is it some kind of game or we are the one being played ?
Some words are pure and profound, where some are trespassers of mind, strolling like a cat,
Some words are carved in a sacred walls of history, where some are waiting to be written on a grave,