Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Just Dont Be Sad
I do not understand why you are sad.
If you have food to eat, clothes to wear and a roof over your fat head.
To be sad is a symptom you have chosen from your ill gotten wisdom.
Be hungry, be mad, be angry, be happy, be ecstatic, and be idiotic,
But why be sad?
Being everything else will propel your innards,
Force them from being lazy and crack your current spheres,
The limits you imposed on your own immense self,
Not realizing how blessed are you to be given the chance to crack,
The shell like a fledgling,
With the root of your being,
Fight, fight fight for your truth,
Don't sit there on the road side,
Shedding tears like a helpless dude.
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