Human heart fresh as nature
pure as rain
Grows slowly
with sorrow & pain
life accelerates
with ample breaks
Heart once pure & plain
stumbling now
with distress-disdain.
life becomes hell of hollow
heart singing a song of sorrow..
But the rule of life
is to live...
we learn to live
from sorrow & grief
Rising from dismal
to turn life's new leaf
coz the falling step
leads to the rising belief...
life may have fallen on hearth n heath
but we still can try it to heave....
try it to heave...........
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