Many more ride,
Along the tangle tied.
On my lonely Journey,
Journey of a butterfly with no flowers
Life ain't funny,
I journeyed for days and night, for minutes and hours.
I got to realise that;
When you forget and let go of what Yesterday was,
You will be ease of obstacles in earth.
And you will be of high pace, just like the race of white horse.
When you accept what Today is,
You will be good
And atleast, you will also be at ease,
I learnt that from the hood.
When you strive and work hard for what Tomorrow will be,
Probably you win,
You won't feel hurt
More of it, you won't sin.
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