To drive the car
For another person
Is not so easy,
The person who
Knows not
Where to go,
Road is everywhere
Opened though.
Listening one
Who has no word
And no means
To express himself
Is not so easy
To complete his work.
Where hidden
Delusions are there,
It is difficult
To participate
In the war
With any one.
Still it is necessary
To move forward
With the drive.
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