On the deserted lane
That traveler brisked upon
Lost his name
And all the fame
Thrown in vain
Searching his identity
In hope;
He had gone through
This path someday
Mocked him on his way
Even the stone that lay
Trying to search
From the genesis of mistakes
And knew that
"Everyday he walked that path
He found a new house to discover"
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