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mYstery Of life. when i was a child i thought that life was a bed of rose,but whe grow up my infant thought fells like winter leafs,As a poet and a playwright living under the spell of imagination i came to discover life can never be defined by an entity to derieve a maximum satisfact by others depending on thier lifes experience ,thereby painting life with much meaning.with the iota of my understanding life has lost its meaning to us mortals and we also have lost meaning of life..WHAT THEN SHALL WE DO?..
Posted on: Sun, 13 Oct 2013 06:39:47 +0000

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