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Ratan TaTa : an inspiring journey
full stop at the end of the sentence
sleep comes at the end of the day
the curtain falls as soon as the play ends
similarly, death comes at the end of life
and that night, the shadow of that tree sank
an ocean became lonely in Mumbai
and its shore got lost somewhere
time ended like water
the sun disappeared into the cloudless sky
the birds did not sing
the flowing wind and the flowers became sad
the eyes of the country turned into emptiness
when the real gem gave up his breath
that night India lost its light
he was always an expert in giving something
he did not achieve anything in his personal life
he lived, wrapped in the veil of simplicity
he did not collect anything
kept getting drenched in the rain of service
on his last day, the sky also bent to receive him
and the earth also rose a little...
sleep comes at the end of the day
the curtain falls as soon as the play ends
similarly, death comes at the end of life
and that night, the shadow of that tree sank
an ocean became lonely in Mumbai
and its shore got lost somewhere
time ended like water
the sun disappeared into the cloudless sky
the birds did not sing
the flowing wind and the flowers became sad
the eyes of the country turned into emptiness
when the real gem gave up his breath
that night India lost its light
he was always an expert in giving something
he did not achieve anything in his personal life
he lived, wrapped in the veil of simplicity
he did not collect anything
kept getting drenched in the rain of service
on his last day, the sky also bent to receive him
and the earth also rose a little...
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