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Once I met an infant,
Who was searching for something,
I asked, “What are you searching, my dear?”
The answer was, “I lost my message, and I am searching for it”.
Once I met a child,
Who was searching for something,
I asked, “What are you searching, little champ?”
The answer was, “I lost my infancy, and I am searching for it”.
Once I met a teenager,
Who was searching for something too,
I asked, “What are you searching, my dear?”
The answer was, “I lost my childhood, and I am searching for it”.
Once I met a youngster,
Who was searching for something too,
I asked, “What are you searching, buddy?”
The answer was, “I lost my teenage, and I am searching for it”.
Once I met a mid-ager,
Who was searching for something too,
I asked, “What are you searching, sir?”
The answer was, “I lost my young age, and I am searching for it”.
Once I met an old ager,
Who was searching for something too,
I asked, “What are you searching, my dear sir?”
The answer was, “I lost my golden days, and I am searching for it”.

I just sat down
Thoughts covered all around
Me, too, searching for something
How to get rid of regrets man facing
My heart then inclined
And texted my mind
Do live life with great pleasure
Or regrets would create pressure!
Poetry by: Zakia
Beautiful and inspiring
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Thank you so much😇
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Good one Zakia. Love the last two lines
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Thank you so much sowmya
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