Past Is Forgotten
'Do you remember that feared gentleman'?
My friend rushed early in the morning with bad Oman
Faces with horrific feelings and great concern
'What is wrong but? 'Now it was my turn
Do you remember that dreaded person? He spoke with one voice
Whose presence was felt formidable with reasons?
Yes, yes, but what has it to do with your worry and fear?
'He is no more now and city may have calm and peace now dear'
I could now understand about his anxiety
The dead person was known for his notoriety
In his young days he had spread terror
Earned bad repute and there was no word in his dictionary like honor
For creation of any disturbance you can take his help
For any unlawful activities you can count on him and bet
Yet he was kind at heart and helped poor and destitute
He had kindness to his heart and always tried to contribute
Later on he turned out to be social reformer and worked for causes
As if he wanted to repent for old deeds and misses
It was his endeavor now to help any one who approached
Looked toward him for solution and searched
He opened his valet for the services of people
He may willingly help any one who faced financial trouble
He was now God's man and came to be known as famous entity
It was his sheer true willingness and clear ability
Such person had departed but my friend had old fears
His family had suffered in early days and had brunt to bear
I calmed him down and apprised him of latest development
There was little move on his face even after my arguments
I believed in present and gave less credence to past
Even though the bad impression may not soon last
It is still appreciated if person comes to terms of his own
Rest of the activities may remain in memory even if past is forgotten
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Past memory
How long person can live with past memory
To feel sad whole day and night with so much sorry
Adding tension, causing concern and worry
This is something one must avoid to carry
I come across many people with strong attachment
They cry whole day and pass pessimistic statements
It is nothing but creation of confused mind
No one can really go forward for solution to find
Smile is such thing and can be had for no cost
It is missing in most of the cases with real face lost
They find end of world with slight setback
Relation is soared with development of cracks
The face bears great sense of satisfaction
The smile is very good parameter for such action
It is reflected as very good sign
One must accept the fate and silently resign
The is loosing its flavor when detached from plant
No one can restore its charm the way it is wanted
Once broken from its link with no more hope
Everything goes wrong and it flops
The face remains swollen and complete barren
This does not take place or happen all of sudden
It has its roots from the emancipation of mistrust
Then there is left little scope for any kind of trust
Only true friends may have little time to listen to your woes
The sad tale may go unheeded or unheard even if it flows
It looses its relevance if you are not sure of what is in mind?
No one may give credence to your tale even if you are so kind
You must make choice for past and present
You can’t remain attached to past and remain physically absent
That state is not acceptable in its any form
You need complete change with attitudinal reform
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What Can One Person Do
(n. rodgers/g. smith)
What can one person do
More than a little bit
More than a little bit
Can I fight the battle
All by myself
Can I make a miracle happen
As long as I can think
And got my health
Ill never stop
Im too strong for that
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
Everyones gotta move
What they can move
The faithful can sometimes move mountains
When your faith is right
You will never lose your heart, your hope
Or your good friends
Dont be overcome by frustrations
Live up to your highest expectations
Im tellin you just for your information
Just for, just for your information
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
Looked into my soul and suspected
That Im gonna take, gonna take on the unexpected
Walked into the fire unprotected
Walk into the fire
What can one person do
What can one person be
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Wrong Person
Once you have come to that wrong person
And have not tell him what you want,
In your heart the light you have turned on
Have not enlightened the heart of that wrong person.
Is that the reason that you have gone
Very far away without saying any word of forlorn?
But why he makes mistakes, why he fails,
You have never understood him, you have never known.
That person loves a wrong woman
And does not turn from her though he gets pain.
Is the pain you have gotten for loving him the reason
That in the feeling of pique you have left him alone?
From the heart of that person
He also loved you once in any unknown reason;
Suddenly a mistake drove him to a storm
And took him away very far from (you) .
Now that person burns in regret,
What his fault is that you have left (him) .
You are not with him now a days,
There is no solace to forget pains.
He knows that he has done wrong in everything,
May be death will be the pay for his wrongdoing.
poem by Riffat Samad
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To a Friend... I Shall Never Forget...
The first day I came to this school
I felt totally and completely alone
No one approached to say hi to me
I felt like I was entirely invisible and unknown
But then a light from heaven came to me
And asked me what my name was
And there came the first feeling of friendship
You were the greatest and best because
You were my friend
When I had no one else to talk too
You were my buddy
I felt the friendship between us was true
You treated me very kindly
And was incredibly nice to me
I knew that you were a gift from God
And you were the one who made me see
The true meaning of friendship
And the real feeling of devotion and care
You were the one I knew
That was and still is there
You were always there when needed help
And when I needed some comfort to engulf me
Instead of telling me I don’t know what to do
You talk to me and tell me what a greater person I can be
I know I am a better person
And that’s because of you my truly and best friend
I definitely know that I will remember this
Forever to by which shall never end
You have a great and a very polite personality
That is everyone’s wish to become
And you have achieved in your life
And had most certainly and definitely won
You are a role model to me
And I absolutely look up to you
A friend I shall always respect
A friend that is a-hundred-percent true
You are –my friend
a dream come true
A friend that I shall always remember
And I will never ever find a friend like you.
poem by Marria Attar
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For My New Friend
I read a poem the other day,
of how we should look at the inner person.
Not at the way, that person looks or dresses,
nor the texture and colour of their skin,
but the real person that lies within.
I made a new friend last week by doing exactly that.
So many people had told me
that he was arrogant and abusive,
that he expected you
to do everything for him.
The person they were talking about is a paraplegic.
He lives his days in a wheelchair,
has trouble opening doors
and doing the up the laces in his shoes.
So yes, he needs help now and then.
I was helping him navigate
through several sets of doors.
We struck up a conversation,
and as we talked I found
what none of the others had seen.
He wasn’t arrogant and abusive,
but really very polite.
He had lovely sense of humour
and lovely smile.
I could immediately sense
there was a kind heart within.
As we talked I noticed something else too,
this poor lad had a lonely side as well.
By the time we reached the final door,
which I opened, for him,
I felt a little taller.
I had gained a new friend.
We said we would talk again
and left it at that.
Today when I saw him and said “Hello.”
A large smile came across his face,
and it set everything aglow.
1 October 2007
poem by David Harris
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To remain close
It is not essential for person to remain closer
This has remained puzzle and direct poser
You may not know a person even if with proximity
It will be your great wisdom and sheer ability
What you try to know of a person?
It will be linked to various reasons
If you have love and affection
You will be very watchful in your action
You have definite angle in mind
You may not try for any other angle to find
You have little anxiety about person’s character
You have fixed all your attention on one factor
I was such person who has not claimed closeness
Yet find his company so enterprising with firmness
He is there at any time with you to take side
There is apparently no link to enlarge or wide
It may give immense love and protection
If you are always ready for action
This will prove you self to be good friend
But will not close the link with abrupt end
This is what generally happens in sweet relation
When more than two people have same indication
It is difficult to go close and maintain liaison
Even though you have right and every reason
If you can watch it from distance
You must show courage and presence
It will prove at right time and place
As you have withdrawn from active race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You Were
You were the person I think of,
When I wanted to give up.
You were the person I think of,
When my life was getting rough.
Though you were always there,
When I needed somebody to care.
Never giving up,
When days were tough.
You always spoke from the heart,
Just to say how you felt.
Made me realize I could do more,
To change my ways in living.
You gave me the stenght to be,
The person I am,
Not a day go by that I wondered,
If you be there for me,
I always knew in my heart,
That you be there,
To help me through with life,
I'm so thankful to have you in my life,
I still don't know what I would of done,
Without your love and support,
You showed me that it okay to be me,
At times when I didn't care,
You always gave me reasons to,
Nothing have been the same ever since,
Mainly because I'm a new girl,
I know my mom would be proud,
Of what i've became,
But most of all she would be thankful,
Of what you have done,
To help her little girl through,
All of the hurt and pain,
That came along with giving her up.
poem by Mona Martinez
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My mark
I don't want you to cry on last day
I don't want you to cry tears of sadness
I want you to cry tears of joy
Cry cause because you remember the good things I use to do here on earth
I want you to remember my smile
My jokes
My T L C
I want you to remember me as a fighter
I want you to remember me as the most sweetest person
I want you to remember me as someone who always made you feel good
I want you remember me as the friendliest person
I want you to remember me as the person who use to light up the room
I want you to remember me
As a nice smelling perfume
I want you to remember me
As a hereon
I want you to remember me
As the most craziest person
Not in bad way but in good way
That is why I worked so hard
To became a good person
In order for you to have lots of good memories about me n less bad memories
I want to be remembered as person who left a really good mark
Vangile Mtyali
Written on the 28/02/2008
poem by Vangile Mtyali
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A total isolation
I feel lonely and think of total isolation
Something has struck to me as surprise revelation
I was shocked over last few days’ development
There was uneasy calm and slow movement
It was out come of some body’s desertion
It was denial of firm commitment or assertion
It was bothering me with concern and too much
I was unable to move freely as such
This loneliness in life is very dangerous stage
You may unable to maneuver or mange
Someone may loose heart from the beginning
Rest may remain calm and always grinning
You feel vacuum and no charm
It may cause great harm
The relation may not remain warm
You may prefer to go out of home and remain at farm
You may cry in wilderness but no one may hear
Pin and agony you alone may bear
There will be nobody to call you as dear
You may be weeping with lots of tears
You may love to be in secluded place
You will try to rub the memory and leave no trace
It is now known to everybody that you have fallen out of grace
You will be looked upon as defeated person who has lost the case
You are crest fallen person on ground
No sympathy is offered to you or found
You may make unsuccessful attempt or round
It is futile attempt and doesn’t look sound
It may take all your Peace and sleep
You may not be freely able to weep
You will be afraid of loosing the face
It has proved you very costly race
It may cause you irreparable damage
It is not less than murder or carnage
It is unbearable on your part to manage
It may send you back by many years in age
Survive the onslaught and come out with roar
You must be able to stand on the floor
There is no use staying in indoor
You have everything good in your store
You may suffer many set backs
You may be fired and sacked
There will still be more shocks
You still have to walk and keep always awake
Isolation is not be the only answer
You can count them on fingers as fewer
What is best solution or remedy?
It should not, result in tragedy or comedy
Come out clean and face the trauma
It may not end in good drama
You are the man to stand fast
It is the end chance last
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On line
"How are you one line" I spoke to a friend
You are dead for many years and again you are at telephone end
"I heard the same about you, how come you as ghost here"
He will delightedly reply and we may joke for hours
It is always good to remain in contact
Personally it helps to change attitudinal act
You disclose to a friend all troubling facts
He may sometimes come to help and set
"Can you please put him on line" I called on
"No, you can't and they gently hung on'
I dialed again to receive a voice in tears
It proved my worst compounded fears
I had not seen him for days and months
Some solitary though struck to my mind for his possible death
I brushed aside such rubbish idea and rested
But here news proved correct and my patience was tested
I nearly broke down at tragic news
He was dead for weaks and known to only few
I was in dark and felt tremendous shock
He was on pilgrimage and had suffered massive stroke
I felt restless and thought about limitation of existence
How much we fight and struggle to make felt our presence
Life winds up without a moments notice and person is no more
We can only feel bad rest of the time and remain very sore
We are human being and as such care for with attachment
Dear ones are always at heart and remain part of daily movement
Not a day passes without them and we share all our happiness
This is real story of our life and we grieve losses on face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Remember
I remember moments of happiness
Coming home, goo goo eyed
After talking to a boy I liked
I remember moments of sadness
Coming home, teary eyed
After leaving my heart as a memento
To that boy I really liked
I remember moments of peace
After winning one of life's battles
Having a conscience the weight of air
I remember moments of bliss
After walking the quarter of a lifemile
Finding a true friend
I remember moments of grief
After finding that dear friend
Would never have breakfast again
I remember moments of laughter
After the past had past
And the rearview revealed frustration's
humor
I remember moments of tears nectar
When I found my dreams dead
After the doctor helped me number my
days
I remember moments of pain
When all I ever needed was lacked
And all I ever lacked was needed
I remember moments of gain
After all I ever wanted was mine
And all I ever wanted to be was I
I remember moments of love
When a hug made my heart skip
And a smile made my life smile
I remember moments of hurt
When pain blurred love's beauty
And that hug made my heart shrug
I remember moments like this
When I remember all I remember
And remember that life is but a moment.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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A Person's Worth Is Invaluable
A person's worth,
Isn't in their ability...
To obtain worldly possessions.
Or in the quality of them.
Can that person nourish others,
With encouragement?
Can that person be a true friend...
When the time for being one,
Shows what kind of skin...
That person 'is'
And exposes from within.
Being able to spend cash,
And make a quick dash on trips...
Or do a name dropping of notables,
Doesn't mean a thing...
If a person is negligent,
To extend heartfelt feelings...
Not too many can express or mention.
A person's worth is invaluable,
When a genuineness appears...
To surface time and again.
And that is proven to be dependable,
Without a doubt or a need to question.
Can that person nourish others,
With encouragement that does not end?
A person's worth will unearth,
Who and what comes first...
Regardless of those impressions made,
Someday that will fade...
Long after established ties with others,
Have remained to stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It was a less mourned death
A person of strong
Likes and dislikes
Expressed his feelings
Irrespective of their
Being palatable or not
Earned mostly bad names
Because of his ventilation
Of what he feels
Most of us camouflage
Our real feelings and
Come out with only sweet and
Untrue expressions
He was a person who demonstrated
True love and in that
His advices were bitter a times
But always held a load of
Pure love and affection
Even those people,
Who have nothing but
Complaints against him
Enjoyed his voluntary services
And which he rendered without
Any expectation but only
To demonstrate his love for them
How many of us are going
To remember him for his
Great qualities
The same outbursts of
His unmasked opinion
Did not take him far
And did not allow him
To have a life most of us
Normally enjoy
Till last minute he lived
His life his own way
May be true, he did not
Do sacrifices to maintain
Relations because he might have
Thought his love is sufficient
Enough to do that and he did not
Believe in convincing people
That he is right
And the day he breathed his last
His soul departed alone and unsung
I am sure his soul will always be around
Those, whom he dearly loved
But my heart knows
It was a less mourned death
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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You're a Great Friend
When I have a bad day, I can go to you and
You make me feel better
You also put a smile on my face
I don't know what I will do without you here by my side
Thanks for being there
You're a great friend
When someone broke my heart, I can count on you to be there
You make me realized that there is something more important than him
I don't need him to make me happy
You're a great friend
When I have a problem, I know there is one person I can go to and is you
You help me get through it and not to hold back
You help me with so much
Thank you so much
You're a great friend
When I have a bad day, I can go to you and
You make me feel better
You put a smile on my face
I don't know what I will do without you here by my side
Thanks for being there
You're a great friend
When I need to talk to you about something, you are always there
You're a true friend
Everyone will want to be your friend because you're amazing person ever
I'm so happy to have you here with me
You're a great friend
poem by Christina Phan
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A simple journey
There was absolutely no movement in his body
He was resting on ground motionless like anybody
It looked as if one simple object was lying?
All thought he was dead or was dieing
These are the saddest moments in the life
It is easy to walk on the edge of knife
But difficult to survive in the real show
All difficulties surround and blow
The dead person might have not thought an early end
He may not have foes but so many friends
It may be his miscalculation that end in any case may not near
He may be living in confidence without any fear
Stories gathered round that he was lavish and lovely
He believed in life to be spent very smoothly
It was his life style that made him very frank
He lived merrily, toasted others and drank
We miss the bus at an appointed hour
The cloak may end clicking and it is over
No one may take notice and prepare for departure
His life waited him in the ground for the rest of future
He may be buried with full honor
He mat well be praised as good donor
What had he earned in his entire stay?
Honorable life with ordinary stay
We only carry the blessings and good will
Memory will not fade away and remain still
Ashes may be washed away by sweeping wind
There won’t be left any remains to find
Leave the foot prints on the sand for time being
The destiny is same for ordinary man or king
People may remember what and how you lived?
It may be your work that may be appreciated and believed
Let dead remain buried under the ground
Little air blow may create lovely sound
Only peace may there and nothing else to be found
What impression do you gather when you go round?
Long lull may prevail when you depart?
It may be beginning of a new start
Who knows what will be the next move?
One has to act fast and ultimately prove
Only good work may be remembered for a long
Nobody may accompany you or come along
You may be all the way certainly right or wrong
Still it may be wrong to create all praises in the songs
It is relentless struggle and may go on
It has to be covered and spent of our own
You may either create for self a big name
Or condemned as a curse or shame
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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People We Meet
It's weird the people you run into
everyday a new person or one from the past
simply amazing when and where
Libraries, stores, bars, anywhere
from a little hello or a face from the past
A lovely little chat can bring memories back
what we call the good ole dazes
it puts a warm feeling when you touched someone
knowing they remember you, you remembering them
finding out you have a lot in common
but so different in the past
social status changes over the years
but we all still find out we're still the same
money does change the past, changes the future
but touching a person's live can be endless
we were mean and cruel to some in our past
but maturity and experience may have taught us to be better
Hold no or grudges towards the past
look to the present and to treat people the same
people make the world the way it is
so we need to show the young the way
treat classmates, neighbors, strangers right
the way you want to be treated
they may treat you better back
for strangers we touch may be our friends in the future
make a gesture to someone and the gesture may be returned
love to touch a ole classmate's, neighbor's or stranger's life
kindness and friendliness starts with you
make day with a post, a hello, a letter
memories good or bad can make us a better person
meeting people one by one make me write of times we met
the stories we do tell of yesteryear.
poem by Michael Peterson
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Black Heart
I claim to be an honest man
May be the same cases with women
After all we claim to be human beings
Pawn in life game and working in circus rings
Is it our own creation to be zealous?
Is it an urge within to become famous?
By claming notoriety or noble deeds
Or simply creating unstoppable greed
How many excuses we exchange while sitting in corner?
Sleepless nights passed merely to console the sinner soul
How weakly we justify our wrong approach by arguments?
Not a single second we have to spare for it and resent
May be heart has changed the color in process
It might have guessed the true color with access
I fully concur with the fine assessment arrived
How long we may go on with mind so connived?
I have no answer but heart beats to respond
Synchronize the action and skillfully correspond
If I come out of it liberally it shall be great achievement
There may be nothing more to do at that moment
We are dragged in to mix up with eye wash theory
We shake the inner strength and memory
If that has come over with assertive voice
The heart will be at rest without any choice
We breathe in peaceful harmony for no fear of curse
As it has positively responded with no more remorse
This is how human mind works with changed heart
Everything is put at rest and made a good start
If person tries to forget past with all misdeeds
He will have no reason to worry or have any need
It is human nature to react positively with conscience
It is fearful of nature’s wrath in case felt with essence
Not bad at all to have black heart
But to change when shown as skilful art
“Better late than never” in responding to real time
We are, therefore, forgiven with black heart sometimes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No sir
It is nice to be addressed as sir
It adds to glory with different color
Person feels proud with achievement
Nice to rejoice with happy moments
Generally we give respected to aged persons
It has some feeling with reasons
We have parents at home and reminds of their presence
We respect any one when see them at once
It has remained tradition to accord honor
Either with excellence in field
Or some high position held
It is traditional to be known as specialist in the field
Let people honor your age
It is token gesture on page
What else they can offer?
As they have seen you rise and suffer
Not age only grants you respect
Even though that has been given to you in fact
People see in your a great strength
Take as much advantage as possible before death
So let them have opportunity to address
See the smile and honor on your face
To morrow they may take pride in having you as sir
As the time, days and even may pass the years
It is humbleness on the part of person to fee odd
When addressed often as sir or to that high of god
It takes away closeness from the known people
So it is preferred to remain free from any trouble
It is good when someone is placed at the top
There should not be any attempt to stop
Let people feel proud of a person who is one among them
To be known as diamond and priceless gem
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Wanted Person
You are a wanted person and,
You've stolen from many;
You are a wanted person and,
You thought you are rich from your theft.
The law is looking for you,
The people are tracking for you down,
But for how long will you hide from them?
A wanted person is what you are,
So try to sow a better seed than hate;
A wanted person is what you are,
So try to do the right thing than stealing;
One day the law will get to you.
You will be exposed one day,
You will be caught one day,
There and then you will know your mistakes;
A wanted person is what you are.
Like the nakedness of a chicken,
Likewise will your shame be;
You are a wanted person and,
The law is after you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Not dead
For almost a week I have remained unread
Physically fit, mentally stable and not exactly dead
Yet cut off from whole of the word and readers
As power cables here are cut by the road repairers
No doubt, they are seized with the time schedule
They care for nothing as they have to spread the surface over miles
Repair, dig, resurface and keep up with the growing need
The social needs are to be give top priority with the greed
No one may interfere with each others work and continue
Whatever may be the damage on the way, it shall have no review
Many may be thriving on such practice as the work goes on
Public may suffer for few days but may enjoy when they are finally gone
I am unable to communicate with friends
As if the life has been brought to standstill or to an end
Neither I can approach nor can they make contact
I have to remain contended with routine acts
Yes, the isolation from hectic life can be termed as dead activity
You are left with nothing except to sing a song or pray almighty
But this too can be liked by an individual for early morning hours
Rest of the day may be spent aimlessly or lying on the floors
I realized the importance of idle life with that of an individual
Person can feel relieved for few days but can not treat it as casual
It creates vacuum and laziness that further builds devil's workshop
Only destructive or negative ideas crop up in mind and stay at the top
It is killing me from inside with no social contact
I have remained all these years as social animal in fact
I can't remain idle without writing even for a day
Now it is almost a week that I have been forced to remain away
"I shall pray freely now almighty without any worry or trouble"
"The death of wife had brought an end to his entire struggle"
One of the legendary poet lamented over loss of wife in such a worry free style
I am no greater person but an ordinary man to pull on for a while
I have realized how painful it is to remain cut off
Not all may be attached as much as I am and subjected to laugh
Yet I feel the growing need for person to remain within circle
We are social animal and need constantly to fight on with the struggle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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