Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
The Work of your life.
I do not wish to be an alphabet on the work of your life.
A well placed pause would suffice.
I do not wish to be a chapter on the work of your life.
A misspelled verb would suffice.
I do not wish to be the epilogue on the work of your life.
Being the last lonely word at the final sentence would suffice.
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