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The unknown

                  By Omkar choudhury

The time I look to him.

I think of what I don’t see.

But later I came to know,

It is sweeter than a honeybee.

This is a thing of little think,

The time it flies, it doesn’t sink.

His eyes are filled with fire,

And aims to get more than higher.

Full of misery and bit of pain.

You’ll see him going on a single lane.

Going forward with a sense of fear,

Learning now how it to tear.

It is the thought that everyone likes,

One wants to run with path of spikes.

It is the heart that beats for life.

Don’t ever cut this with a knife.