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The world of sister & brothers

The world of remorse and hope

It gives all - In balance

As happiness & pain are same

Two sides of same dame

Just hormones - they claim

So what is it, the state to be

What causes the harmony

Is it the power? The fame?

No, they r just another form of tragedy

It requires the knowledge of 'me'

And the satisfaction of - being

They call you from all sides

Mute cacophony, colorful and blind

You still find your wish - you live.