Life is like a sentence,
which is not bounded with any fence.
It has many commas,
but that is not our end.
It has one ultimate fullstop,
i.e. Death which, only sadness, send.
It has exclamation for happiness,
which are sometimes more or sometimes in number less,
It also has question mark which represent confusion,
but its the role of life after shade comes the sun.
so friends, live your sentence like a whole essay,
live it like every second, not like every day....
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