Ankit Neil Sharma
My Aim - Poem by Ankit Neil Sharma
though, a big foot of destiny,
beside the mighty luck of mine,
i still wonder, always
we still live in slums,
and, carry our dirt outside
to make people ill,
by the clumsy talks of the mind,
and reviving the pure soul among them.
my aim is not to be the one them.
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