Work is work. It must be done.
Work is worship, it's not a fun.
Duty is duty, duty is prime.
But there should be a duty time
I Upendra to say, say my problem.
Would you please listen me madam.
Almost begins from 9 to 9 at night.
I get tired, tired quite.
Hustle and bustle of all the day long.
I have to sing the unwanted song.
The song which is too difficult to sing.
The song which looks like terrible being.
Sometime I have to do marathon duty.
Starts from Delhi and ends In Roorkee.
I have to travel at the dead of night.
Only the inner man knows my plight.
In fact, life is music, a rhythm, a rhyme.
To attire this we must have some time.
A broken flute never produces melody.
Excessive is harmful for everything and everybody.
A tired warrior gets defeated in war.
A tired mind success not so far.
Tiredness spoils spirit as a whole.
How one can achieve the goal.
So please. Think! Think about my request.
Hope to hear from you something best.
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