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While others walk on smoothened paths
Mine is strewn with stumbling blocks
While others soar high in the sky
My wings are clipped and bridled
While others raise heads in pride
My heart is bent in surrender
While others rejoice in happy togetherness
For me it is always pans of separation
When God scattered the world
with his careless treasures
Others were showered with gems
While I was left with stones
The more I longed for things I loved
The more I got things I spurned
Oh God I know not why
Am I not your favourite child?
-- Suchorita
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