Bitter truth be unknown but not sweet lies.
Sad news out of sight; sweet news in focus;
I must get praises even at my cost.
Let me seek women; let me befriend them.
Let me do where I find joy, harmless though.
I must count among the people around
For which I shall tap all my sources.
I shall serve others and earn their goodwill,
That will see me off in my end journey.
My life is mine and let it be all fine.
15.07.2014
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