​A large part of life goes into thinking how it must be, what colours should we call as favourite, till when should we stand under the shadow to free ourselves from the idea of light, how to join the alphabets so that you pay attention to the petty feelings, till when should we contemplate the dreams we have at night, till when should we keep the hope alive, till when should we keep the sun burning, all by its own, till when should we keep the true selves waiting under the fake plastic world, till when do we have to keep that smile? 

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