The desire for life, stays young,
It never quenches the flung.
This is an insatiable desire,
Perhaps the most sung choir.
Better it is to stay contained,
And keep your wishes constrained,
Or else will lead to a turmoil,
Entire life will become a spoil.
Author Prityarth.
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