Sometimes it's better to be silent
Sometimes it's better to be loud
It may depend on your location,
Perhaps the timing or the crowd
Nothing seems right till the heart is pleased
Nothing would be okay if the mind isn't at ease
At every point of your life
You would have to give up something
Life would teach you a lesson
Sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet
If you remain strong
It may become a blessing
You may decide to think as you like
But sometimes you may end up
Doing what others please
Sometimes it's called slavery...
And at other times, it's called love...
In moments of darkness
True friends are like stars
And in moments of joy
Enemies tend to burn like the scorching sun
Be true and be good
And never lose focus
Determination is like a torch
When all lights are out
It would keep you going....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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