Most people love when life is sweet to face
But as for me it's better when it's spicy
When baked it is the way it can amaze
When every drop you drink can be exciting.
The life can seem to be a piece of cake
But then it's full of raw justifications.
Sometimes it's not what you can boil or bake
Or even put in your imagination.
When dropped out you are that's life, believe me.
There's no disgrace in being dropped out.
The honour's when you struggle to get nearly
To the goal, when you're not in the crowd.
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