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A lady walks
Everyday in an evergreen
Park with her good dog,
Not knowing the way
Where to go,
But a way leads her to a beautiful world,
Where she remains cool and calm.
She is a lady of hard will,
Which is not breakable.
Beauty hasn’t faded away
from her face so far,
When she is in her thirties.
Everyone gives her a gaze
When she is swaying
In her youth with the blowing wind.
Having a strict discipline
Which makes her tough and
Not exhaustible in her walk of life.
27-07-08
Pushkar Bisht
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