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Let's Mutiny

Come away from the realm of sanity
There is no reason why you and I
Should live this profanity!

Let's fly away
To the land where fairies live
And in the clouds of candies
Let's be 18 again.

I can hear the bells ringing
I can even hear late Sr Anne
Sitting by the choir singing.

There is a hint of red
In the forever horizon again
Soon it will be that time of the year
When you will find it easier
To believe!

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  1. I hope I will find it easier to believe... good poem, very thoughtful Rajesh ;)

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