When the pain passes through the limits, no medicines can come in handy,

Weak the wounds, boil them with their cups, poisons, poison

It is a pain that you, Tolerance limit, of birth and death, all this is your response
You will play with every life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life and life. .. Written by Vikrant Rajliwal.

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