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Key to freedom


Key


I knocked everyday on that door,
With hopes to stand as a winner,
In meditation, In Imagination, In Prayer

Hopeless was not me,
Victory was a bee,
In my bonnet,
the only love sonnet



On a sunny day, door got open,
Curtains were raised,
For long this dream I chased,

I can’t believe what I see,
No, the winner is not me,
Bravo!,
Defeat is my key,To set free

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