When doubts arise; belligerent ignorance prevails,
Answers stare there; but adolescent mind trails,
A ray of hope arise behind any gloomy inhibition;
Guiding us for times realise that glory Enlighten,
Mind never to be learned by for a successful reap;
Which is always only a step back for a great leap,
Any lasting endeavour require some effort to muse;
As scary thwart come across while plucking a rose,
Until irrational discard rules over life distasteful;
'Mind' never concedes to utter; My Life is Beautiful,
Discard ruthless inhibitions long instilled on behalf,
Pave a way of your own destined by yourself…for yourself.
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