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The World is Fake

I wandered through a lonely way
In firing heat of june and may,
suddenly I saw the horizons of nature
Trees, birds and other creatures.

Then I came across the nature's most beautiful scene,
and at that juncture I encountered the real 'me'.

Then I pondered upon my feelings
And asked myself-'Am I that what truly I am?'...
The world is confined to working, eating and sleeping
There must be something beyond these three things...

We live in this world with our face covered in an artificial mask,
And all our dreams captured in a flask
We live in the world which we make,
AND this is how I realised that-
'THE WORLD IS FAKE'