ritu gangele Biography

happy the man, whose wish and care
a few paternal acres bound,
content to breathe his native air
in his own ground.
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if tomorrow becomes your last day,
dont worry,
you have today.
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donot stand at my grave and weep,
i am not there, i dontot sleep,
i am a thousand winds that blow,
i am the diamond glints on snow.
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where i lost my happiness?
in the lighted corner of past,
this dark of present,
reminds me,
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THE MAN WHISPERED '' GOD SPEAK TO ME ''
AND A MEADOW LARK SANG.
BUT THE MAN DID NOT HEAR.
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