Ankit Neil Sharma
hardwork, the key to reign,
when everyone steals your luck
just make it the weapon gainst them,
and, they the ultimate faces blow away,
hardwork keeps my soul fresh
and my body away from the illness
its the only jewellery, that i possess,
the reason, God has provided it to me.
If you have the courage to outshine yourself,
be with it, have it, be proud of yourself.
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