
In my life’s goal
I am not in the lead role
Everyone travel with me to some distance
Draft them with instance – of their life
And just depart playing their part
Autobiography of mine
Written without my conscience
Copy right of my life’s authorship
Is never mine on any hardship
There is nothing I can define
For me to be mine
The beast of good, bad & ugly
Live within me deadly
With no reflections of my thoughts
My book of life
Carries my life
But where am I in it????

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