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The pinnacle of success

Who is as sad as me?
I am not happy in my family
The burning heart of separation is burning in the fire of chaff
The poisonous arrow of insult is constantly shooting
I floated in the sea of ​​the world like grass
Hundreds have been mocked by deception
Yet I am standing near the Himadri mountain
Hundreds of storms will rise to the peak of success.
©mamunekbal