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Tucked under their arms, they carry it around,
Treasuring every pain, without a sound.
Pressed deep within their chests, they hide,
Yet walk with pride, never to confide.
Each sees the other as a fool,
Eager to appear cunning, maybe as a rule.
In the eyes of the world, they strive,
What is this race to deceive and survive?
Every monkey here, in this grand circus,
Seeks the badge of a master juggler, with terrible focus.
Who knows why or what they are thinking?
In this endless game, where the truth is sinking.
Stop. Breathe. Take a pause.

Rajeev Kejriwal — an industrialist by profession, but a writer at heart.
Life has taken him through many phases — its rises and falls etching silent impressions on the mind and heart. Over time, these impressions have ripened into emotions, and those emotions have found their way into words. For Rajeev, writing is not a pursuit, but a quiet necessity — a way to translate lived experiences into reflections on the page.