I was told it was holy and sacred,
right from the birth to my very adulthood,
childhood I spent "playing",
in bloom of youth,
occupations were play and several common others,
In late youth responsibilities took over,
with that came several jolts,
some grievous others not so,
with each grief,
I sought shelter and tried to see what was shown holy,
at first it was not so apparent,
as I did not "want"to "read",
now that I am willing to "read",
and have "read" it several times over,
sometimes I wonder what will I get,
if I read it again all over.
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