Women Are Kind
Women are very kind and mild in nature
They are embodiment of love and keep us secured
Enough of tolerance power is rested with them
We are careless and they are the one to take care of us and frame
There are several instances reported about plight
Torture and cruelty committed on them with quarrel and fight
They remain helpless in the entire period and suffer
No one may side with them and at single point differ
Whatever may be their qualification and back ground
They prove weak in defense and helplessly found
Yet one can't escape the duty and responsibility
Their silence is taken as weakness and poor quality
Many brides are burnt alive for the want of material gain
Husband and entire family members make her to suffer with pain
If she has poor father and brought nothing in dowry
There are all chances and reason to lead to worry
Such cruel stories are repeated in every age
Poor woman fall prey and unable to manage
It is tough time for them to face and manage
Some of them come out successfully and write about courage
Gents to suffer in some of the cases
Life is made hell with al odds to face
Rules are such to put him to be disadvantageous
Their stories are circulated in print and make them famous
Life is meant to suffer if that runs in rough weather
We have to pull it under any circumstances together
Some difficulties may arise but it must be taken care of
Life should not be made impossible for others to see and laugh
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A juvenile home
Why do they remain uncared for?
From where do they come from?
Why are they left at doors of juvenile home?
Who are to be considered accountable and be blamed?
The juvenile home is flooded with such children
They are left there to lead the strange life and barren
No doubt they are given proper care and treatment
It is blot on society and deserves condemnable comment
The love is blind but we are not aware of its consequences
There are many cruel attempts and has come out as instances
The homes are sometimes abused and children are put to shame
It is not only creating law and order from but has earned ill fame
Every day there is instances of child’s cry at door step
Helpless mother choose the early morning time for help
She has all the blessings for child but unable to retain
She has all the love but forced not to contain
Many countries have facilitated single mothers by law
They can lead honorable life and society too allow
Still their life is miserable and looked upon as shame
Men are roaming free and only ladies share the blame
They have still guts to stand alone and face the world
The society and people may not take them lightly and develop cold
They may face many odds much to their discomforts
They remain shamed all the times despite their best efforts
Somewhere we commit grave error and suffer
The male partner deserts and continues to differ
Under such circumstances the hell is let loose
You have no option left and unable to choose
It is with heavy heart that you leave new born
You are heavily over burdened and consciously torn
You may not want to leave the child at somebody’s mercy
You can do nothing at this stage except to feel pity
Juveniles homes are equipped tot tackle such issues
They make appeals and make periodical reviews
They too are blessed with public support to share the grief
Children get enough care and support and get good brief
The society has to share the burden and show the courage
They are future of the country and must be nicely managed
They may come out as good citizens or hard core criminals
Do we want to make them human beings or cruel animals?
Let us resolve to make it an ideal place to worship
The youngsters may commit the mistake for friendship
We are here to support such houses morally with all niceties
It has purpose behind and public utilities too
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A set back
I was shown displeasure
I was unable to decide it for sure
It was cutting me from within
It was clear set back and no win
I could see clear partiality
There was no outstanding quality
I could only lament and feel pity
I still tried very hard to have amity
It does happen in all the spheres
No walk of life is spared from this fear
It saddens the people for alight provocation
It creates bitterness and gives clear indication
One may opt out if he or she is clever enough
We all err at certain level and fall through
No one can act tough and at the same time rough
We are sentimental and not made of such stuff
We may feel to boycott sometimes
It may not prove helpful anytime
We got to stay together and face
We are bound to loose in mad race
It can’t be made as thumb rule
Wed must make it as combined pull
You will have to face deception and treachery
There is no use to feel bad and sorry
You may not be able to make frequent changes
Time may come when you will not be able to manage
We got to be a part of evil set up and still remain aloof
You need to be above all without needing a proof
No one has survived strong lobby
You can’t join there as pure hobby
You may have to face all odds and furry
You will have to sail smooth and can’t move in hurry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Suffer The Night
I suffer the night
When it's time to face my sadness
And all I can do is cry
I suffer the night
When I struggle to find rest
Knowing in the morning I must rise
I suffer the night
When alone in the darkness
I wonder why I am alive
I suffer the night
When I succumb to blackness
And finally stop asking why
I suffer the night
As it battles my mind
And my spirit slowly dying
I suffer the night
As I reach for the light
And pray that my death be kind
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Suffer
Im gonna suffer for you no longer
Im gonna suffer for you no more
Im gonna write you out of my life
And shut the door
You tried to drive a wedge between me and my friends
You pushed me to the edge time and again
Ive been living in your shade since I cant remember when
Now Im bringing this charade to an end
Im gonna suffer for you no longer
Im gonna suffer for you no more
Im gonna write you out of my life
And shut the door
There was subtlety and skill in your manipulative ways
You chipped away my will so you could make me stay
You soothed me with your voice until I obeyed
But Im making my own choice from today
You used the tongue of love like a boxer uses fists
You contained me like a glove or a creeping cloak of mist
You guaranteed the stars but there always was a twist
Now I see you as you are - egotist !
Im gonna suffer for you no longer
Im gonna suffer for you no more
Im gonna write you out of my life
And shut the door
Ive got a ticket in my hand and I must be moving on
But I want you to understand that from the moment I am gone
I release and let you go - you owe nothing now to me
Im not angry anymore - Im free !
Im gonna suffer for you no longer
Im gonna suffer for you no more
Im gonna write you out of my life
And shut the door
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Suffer
Something deep inside of me
That when it comes it wont bring too much prolong
I dont know how hard itll be when I suffer
Affection is a start for me, I hope its gonna move on
This time its gonna be hard for me, I dont wanna suffer
I fight it hard when it tears my heart
Oh when I want someone I gotta have someone
And when I come to the conclusion
So scared I dont want to fall
Please dont make me suffer
Please dont make me suffer
Did he break his broken heart for you
Oh no mother, he never loved a single other person
This time its gonna be hard for me, I dont want to suffer
I fight it hard when it tears my heart
Oh when I want someone I gotta have someone
And when I come to the conclusion
So scared I dont want to fall
Please dont make me suffer
Please dont make me suffer
Im not hard enough, Im not strong enough
Dont make me suffer
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Which Disease You Suffer From?
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies thin suffer
from, 'Anorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies muscular suffer
from, 'Bigorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies perfect
suffer from, 'Athletica Nervosa'.
Those who are preoccupied with an
imaginary defect of their body
suffer from, Body Dysmorphic Disorder”.
Those who love their bodies
while yelling, “To hell with the world”
suffer from, “Narcissistic Disorder”.
Those who refuse to take care
of bodies while shouting, ” To hell with it”
suffer from, 'Diogenes Syndrome'.
Hey! Buddy, Which disease you suffer from?
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
05/05/2009
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To My Nephew For Him To Learn
you want something to hold on
i give you my hands
and i will hold you
and you will grip it to prevent
you from falling
and hurting yourself
do not be too confident
for there will come a time
in fact
a moment that you will never forget
in your entire life
for i will loosen my hold on you
put grease on my fingers
and your hands will slide
and you will fall and hurt yourself
that much
that the pain will not just disappear
in a day
you will blame me
and tell me that i betray you
but that will only be for a while
by then
the pain and what you think as the betrayal of a trust
has given you the hardest lesson in your life
you will suffer the way i suffer
you will learn the way i learned life from the harshness of
your grandfather
and that same betrayal too
shall not be forgotten in the entire life
of
yours truly.
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Deadly Cancer
It was diagnosed as deadly cancer
A disease now common but found with fewer
So much progress has been made in this direction
But patients suffer mental agony with medicine's reaction
Mother was not feeling well since many days
She may remain busy whole day and calmly stay
She knew very well that she is up with disease
But disclosed to me that it should not be made known please
I was elder among in the family and realized the importance
There was no hope at all and she was awaited with bleak chance
I knew she may remain with us for few more days or months
Then may be suddenly taken over by cruel death
Females generally suffer more with such kind diseases
The moment they marry their existence suddenly ceases
They are not only overpowered by lots of responsibility at home
But countered with numerous problems to tackle and welcome
I could clearly see worry lines on her face
But she won't allow any body to find trace
She will be smiling all the time and remain cheerful
As if life was defeat4d and she remained successful
Such was her dominating character
Sometimes she will make us to roar in laughter
Forgetting all the pains caused by incurable disease
She used to say 'Life must be spent always at ease'
I will direct look at her eyes and try to find out
Why she is always trying to be normal and talk about?
She was funny too and played with small kids
Never failed in her duty for providing the clear lead
She breathed her last with complete control
There was panic or any distress call
She called everybody near by her bed
Bade farewell and told some one for hymns to be heard
She closed her eyes very slowly
Face with beautiful smile and happily
She was not defeated till the last
As the end came peacefully but very fast
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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But Myself
I might not do any better
But I wont do any worst
I will never die without love
But I will die because of thirst
I will never stop looking for answers
And that road I will always search
I know that I will never be last
And before many I have been first.
I will never be a rich man
And I swear to you I will never be poor
I will never start a fight with any man
But I am not afraid to enter into a war
I will never ask for sympathy or money
But also on no one will I shut my door
I might date many different women
But I will never make woman a whore.
I might one day might have nothing
But then I will always have my pride
I will always rather joke and laugh
Never will I cause anyone to cry
I am not afraid to ever walk alone
Or I don’t care who walks at my side
I might tell many different stories
But no story I tell will ever be a lie.
I will never asked for handouts
As what I have I have earned
I might not be the smartest man around
But from life many lessons I have learned
I might not worry about our world today
But of peoples life I am concerned
I might not go to church as I should
But I know that I will never burn.
I do not care to walk alone
And I don’t care to be with anyone else
I don’t care if you have no money at all
And I don’t care to hear of your wealth
I might not be there when no one is near
But I will be there if you need my help
I am not afraid or ashamed to look in any mirror
As always I will be no-one, but myself
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Well After Death
Love India and its people
Not all are in trouble
Where else such things not exist?
To watch and help is right thing to insist
It is nice to feel
Think and express with strong will
Let poor people come out of their plight
Let us help them with courage to fight
Let people of universe show solidarity and unite
For removal of poverty and offer to fight
It has to be made as universal struggle
To take them out from the plight and troubles
Poverty is curse
Children are in poor state with tears
For the want of nutritious food
Their plight is never understood
Where do they live now?
In drainage pipes or in open with cows
Animals are looked after well
But these people have different stories to tell
Even well to do countries suffer same
Who can be passed on with blame?
Fact remains fact and can be seen
It should not be made as worst scene
We don't talk of slums
We don't beat drums
To create noise
Without any promise
Feel no mercy
It is known to almighty
We need to respond with only faith
Rest all may be well only after death
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Might is right
It is always the fact that might is right
They will go on till the end to fight
They may do it with the speed of light
They have the wisdom and long sight
Small insects kill smaller one
Big also kill little one and go on
It is complete cycle of exploitation
Everybody looses in turn and in rotation
So if rich rule the scene then nothing wrong
Not all can be in race and come along
It is sheer coincidence that mighty rule
Otherwise not all the people are fool
Person with abundance can sustain losses
He may have no regret even if looses
This gives them little advantage
Rest all feel confined to cage
Once you are under domination you are bound to suffer
You may have no rights other than to differ
So poor remain poor and rich gets richer
Poor remain suppressed for times to come
Rich are dominating and always welcome
Corruption has engulfed poor and rich alike
Everybody is influenced and affected with hike
No one wants to remain as poor like
Rich too wants not to become poor and dislike
This is tendency that we feel pity for poor
We have seen them knocking the door
But it is the system that will remain forever
Even if God descends on earth it will be there
If you have same system with no discrimination
No one may work and develop alienation
They will feel free with passing of responsibility
Here comes then the end of clear and distinct ability
If you have system with loop holes anybody will escape
No one can restrict the temptation or put the cap
Only the poor fail to emerge for the want of resources
The powerful emerge and re-emerge with full force
The oppression part is little disturbing
No one can force or go on curbing
No one can be forced to undergo torture
Even God has made it very sure
The rich may have disliking for poor
Poor to may have tendency to show exit door
It has been clash of time for centuries and very old
No one can buy it or arguments can be sold
Lord may wish so for all His children
He may even grant the same blessing even
Yet that difference may remain and even if not
The needless wars might not have been fought
The human beings may create it to rule
They make use of all available tools
Rich may tackle poor and poor may tackle down trodden
As the system remains same with all the odds even
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sad days
I remember those sad days
Life with lots of problems on the way
No cheers but question of life and death
Fight for square meals a day and unable to breath
Mother used to put me at her back
As everything was at stake
Life for child remained a source of concern
The future was to be changed in turn
I remember her working at farm
Soil to dig when sun wan not warm
Work to start when breeze still on surface
No worry lines to appear on the face
She was not only bold but assertive too
Life was meant to be challenge and felt as true
Work hard or get nothing in return
Energy in body to be burnt in turn
Tears have no place to fall on the ground
It is lovely, beautiful and laborious round
“I won’t die my lovely child” she may murmur
Make me laugh and tease with humor
How can be life harder than this?
If some one doesn’t get it then it is surely a miss
We don’t die or perish as a result of hard labor
The ship has to be taken at the berth of harbor
God only knows how many years it may take?
But surely it will be long drawn yeas to make
Life then will be put on right track
You may look back a past with no feelings of an ache
I don’t know where from that urge comes
To fight the situation and smilingly welcome
Not to get discouraged if means are meager
Slowly it builds and makes man perfect and stronger
Leave not behind any such regret
You were not meant to suffer such fate
If one has time on his or her side
There is no need to lament or search for guide
Hard work has no parallel
One has to try hard and excel
If nothing goes in favor or well
Try not to reveal it to others or tell
It may not remain for uncertain days
By the time you may sure find the ways
You may attain position to make the sway
See nothing is left out or given away
No doubt life can’t be equal for all
One has to quickly adjust and respond to call
If something is missing or not available
It must be got with whatever situation favorable
You can’t sit and think idle
Must think to come out from troubles
If that is done successfully
Life will be enjoyed fully
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Do Gods Really Exist
It's said God's compassionate he's merciful as well,
Which begs the question why would he create Hell,
It's a terrible torture for Our Lord to create,
To make people suffer is a form of hate.
That's against his teachings or so we are taught,
Could a God really hurt now there is a thought,
Some suffer from illness from birth to old age,
Yet he doesn't help them why won't he engage.
Illnesses have been with us since time began,
Which ruins the debate they're the fault of man,
He lets people starve still they die of thirst,
This form of cruelty is truly the worst.
Genocide and wars leave us all crying,
Yet God looks from above as millions are dying,
Murderers and rapists, paedophiles too,
He allows them to live without any ado.
If his teachings are true why not intervene,
They would never be born to grow to be mean,
If he lets evil thrive then we must ask,
Why does he allow it we must take him to task.
If we're made to suffer it's really quite odd,
When we recover we give thanks to God,
If our illness kills us we'll claim it's Gods will,
He walks away blameless that's a bitter pill.
Why do we do this it's always the same,
God gets the credit but never the blame,
He created all life so it must be his fault,
Yet he still wants our praise he wants us to exalt.
Why the Hell should we our argument's strong,
The good still die young he must know that is wrong,
Death should be kept for the chosen few,
Strike them with illnesses for the evil they do.
God's universe is endless so why should we die,
For all righteous people death should not apply,
No compassionate person would allow us such pain,
Yet he allows it to happen again and again.
So many religions and cultures all have different Gods,
Yet we all suffer the same so what are the odds,
That God's are but a figment of our imagination,
A fictional characer a delusional creation.
If there is a God then please make us aware,
Give us a sign by showing us you care,
Which now begs the question therein lies the twist,
it's one we must ask,
‘' Do Gods Really Exist ''
We Fear Those We Love Will Suffer
WE FEAR THOSE WE LOVE WILL SUFFER
We fear those we love
Will suffer-
We strive to protect them-
But each life has its sufferings
And each story a way to its own pain-
We can care and we can help and we can pray
But we cannot stop
Life from being life.
We pray those we love will not suffer
And they do.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Arrogance too differ
I never knew arrogance to differs
In different form and makes you to suffer
You can never come into terms or alter
You are bound to fail and on many counts falter
Normally gents suffer from this drawback
Sometimes money blinds them and develops the cracks
They try to show their richness and try to behave abnormal
People take their affront as usual even if performance is dismal
Ladies generally avoid such show off
They may only confine to their beautiful outfit and laugh
Some of the brilliant ladies try to over smart others
As consequences they dig their mown grave and suffer
If they are afforded vast power then outcome can be well expected
Any good proposal or suggestion is out rightly rejected
As is well known “power blinds everybody”
And absolute power corrupt absolutely
She is one of the most outstanding and powerful figure
She is confident and optimistic about outcome very sure
She is headstrong and less comfortable with criticism
All the time she is threatened with some sort of passimism
She may claim champion for women cause and liberty
She may too pray the good sense to prevail from almighty
I have sensed some inferior complex and little vengeance
Even though she is like beautiful black flower with fragrance
What makes her to suffer even after reaching at highest peak?
Why her struggle is marred by thoughts seemingly very weak?
She may sometimes offend for silly argument and reason
Otherwise she is reasonable and kind hearted person
I have my own goal and aim to be pursued with
I have my own views and perceptions and armed with teeth
We may not be able to influence other people and change their opinion
Yet we can fearlessly argue the point and still form a loose union
I am strong supporter of women’s cause and their plight
In some of the cases they are really sufferer and very right
But this does not give any right for some sort of hatred
We must curb such tendency and not to be wrongly lead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I shall come
I shall come again
To suffer the agony and pain
To finish the unfinished task
Take everybody on heels and ask
I am shot in head
Slowly loosing conscience and unable to lead
Yet comrades are taking me away
To save nd ask secrets on the way
I have waged relentless struggle
Against oppression to ward of trouble
For poor people and unprivileged class
In another word a struggle for entire mass
I may loose life in jungle
The fight must be on and no stoppage of struggle
It is holy and sacred
It must be on and led
Born, live and depart in time
Cycle goes on and repeated sometimes
Everything is reused and taken into use
God has made us interdependent to choose
To keep people under yoke is crime
We are now in new age and must act with time
Colonial rule is over yet mentality remains same
Who shall come forward and legitimately claim?
I may be gone forever with no memory left behind
Yet some traces may be later likely to find
That may be day of people to rejoice
Chant the national song with one voice
I would love to take rebirth and come back
To see the people and for their love sake
I shall prefer to die thousand deaths for their cause
The birth is just an opportunity and not at al any loss
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Dangerous Thoughts
At one point of time I dangerously thought
Lot many ideas came and bravely fought
None of them were meant to be useful
They were all bound to make me unsuccessful
'Idle mind is devil's workshop' I feel it right
No one should take it casually or light
There is heavy impetus in it and needs study
Whole concept itself is beautiful and praise worthy
'One must end the life' to test the another world
It may be looking beautiful with many features and fold
Such things invade and make mind shaky
Compel us to do the unusual things and make unhappy
Remain among family members when feel such tendency
It should not occur often and at regular frequency
It speaks of defeatist views and helpless stage
It comes in mind when faced by failure or due to age
One should be cautious enough to repeal those views
That can push individual to the advices of few
It is likely that no end solution may ever be found
One may certainly be driven from the reality of ground
Life should not be reduced to boredom
Vacuum should be avoided and felt seldom
There are many ways to keep busy
Life can be made really easy
No one can deny about life and its hollowness
Yet we are here to live with and bravely face
Not all people may be born with silver spoon
One will have to face the hot sun in afternoon
Think of those souls who are short of everything
They are provided with no means or anything
They live the life of useless animal and suffer
We are at least far better and in position to offer
Keep busy all the time and live with pleasure
Life may have ups and down but nothing is sure
You may be on the top of the height at one time
At the bottom very next moment sometimes
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Think Deep
Something urges me to think deep
It is absolutely in keeping with tradition to keep
Why females are to given their due importance?
In real terms and in conformity with respect and tolerance
What we look in them while making choice?
Life with high expectation and good promises
This is what both the individuals are committed
Even if some misunderstand has to be honestly admitted
No doubt, some her beautiful features attract
We dream about it and finally put our desires to act
It is natural wish on the part of male
He would love it to be fulfilled from female
Initially he may have inclination towards her glamour and beauty
He may take full care to look after her well and consider as duty
With the passage of time there may come some change
It will be real test to come out with it and ably manage
Still ladies have higher rate of tolerance
They make it worthwhile by quality presence
Such quality is occasionally seen with male partner
Female may choose rather to die than become sinner
I would love to praise their human quality
How difficult it is to adjust with honor and nobility
It may not be the case even if they try to be honest
Life may still prove hell even if they try come out it with best
Let us be brave with our own dealing
Her presence may prove as factor for healing
We are to prove not less for this kind of devotion
Life may move on smoothly and that too with good motion
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Still Have Fear Getting Out Of The Circle
i am staying
i finally tell myself
there is no sense going out of the circle
the comfort of its radius
being in
for the rest of my life
inside i may suffer
i may bleed in silence
but i live and i can still do what i can
to ease the pain
i have seen you
leave the circumference
you shout at first
you are free
then you suffer alone
in agony
then you die
then no one remembers
no one really cares
no one understands completely
us, how we both suffer
inside and outside us
how we suffer everywhere
how we live how we die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Search your own way
You have to search your own way
I am creator but stay far away
I have put mild heart to feel pulse
To create love and hatred to repulse
I am the one to take care of universe
To help in averse or condition of reverse
Yet the major onus is on human being
Whether he is very poor or king
I loved at small creation
It was meant for happiness and recreation
Are you sure you made it worth living?
With firm belief and really believing
The life has been really made hell
Nothing goes as per order or very well
We have made it as hunting ground
People are butchered and their bodies lay around
The life done away with slight pretext
The grudge is built without any context
Love has taken back seat and rules dark scene
Mistrust and anarchy is routine and daily scene
I had simply sought the lovely universe
Man and woman to live in with peace
Spread the message of love and harmony
This can be the only dream and must be realized by many
I am invisible but seen and claimed by hardly few
It is not that difficult to come near and have full view
I can be seen in smallest or in giant creatures
They all look towards me for secured future
I disappoint nobody and rush to rescue
Everybody gets what has been really due
I make no difference as I am part
Bring them to point when they try to cheat and depart
I have only regret and make it know or let
Let them remember the truth and not forget
What has been seen around is like mirage
That will disappear soon with passing of an age
You have no option but to fall in line
The real power is supreme and divine
It is the fact and must be borne in mind
So learn to live with peace and be very kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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