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Life is something like dream. To fulfill the dream time management is necessary. You have to be conscious for this. Otherwise you can not do anything at right time.We are in this world to do something at least to satisfy own heart. Write anything  daily what will give you a flash of inspiration later.Writing is a good too to relax and to have ample point to live.

Let's go to a land
where we can cultivate dream
to find a amazing way to live.
Let's do some good work
for society and home to
fulfill the expectation
what each one want for us.
We may not satisfy all
but, a beautiful start can
help us to touch the point
where we can get something
as per the God's grace.
We have not come here
to live for ages.
So, what is the harm to tell some thing sweet
to each one around us.

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  1. WONDERFUL POEM I LOVE IT
    ONE HAS TO THINK ONCE TWICE AND THRICE
    WHAT IS THE GOOD WE DID TODAY
    WHAT IS THE CREATION WE DID TODAY
    WHOM WE HAVE SATISFIED TODAY
    MAKE A SMILE TO THE PERSON
    WHO EXPECTS SOMETHING FROM YOU
    SURPRISE THE PERSON WHO DOES NOT EXPECT ANYTHING FROM YOU

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