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Wishes

Few wishes adorn my bucket list,

Their attraction,

Make me move ahead,
With new gist.

Seeds of my wishes,
Are sown in manure of life.

Some tiny saplings take wings,

My eyes dig in this plethora,
Have a view of new flora.

Some saplings get life,
Others get drowned,

With deep sad sighs.
Let this game continue, with vigor anew,

And whatever takes in lieu..............

My this petty little game,
Doesn’t let life turn lame.

I don’t wish for fame,
But certainly want,

Few loved ones,
To remember my name!

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