Don't lose yourself while trying to be
Something that others want to see.
Don't turn their goal
Into your soul.
We may be made from the same type of mud
But difference lies between the flower and the bud.
Don't become a path or bridge for others to stroll
Most will burn you till you roll
Don't waste your time counting your tears
Channelise their direction into careers.
No one wants to lie in their death bed
Thinking of waters they could have tread.
Out in the world we try finding comfortable ways
In convenience we forget all the grays.
This may be a matter of fact
Yet, only few complete the act.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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