Life is a mirage in every phase
Like a circle broken into an Arch
And remaining pieces you need to chase
In the jungle called world where people are larch
You think you can fumble
Then you are mistaken
They are all jumble
And spread when shaken
To ensure your defeat
There is a trick to it
A few are owned
By someone yet to meet
When the time comes to search them all
You meet the people for whom you fall
That is not because you are destined forever
It was to collect the pieces, so please be clever
For those who mistook thy stranger with lover
Are lost in the Maze or the mirage forever
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