In the vast ocean of life you laugh at me
Completely forgetting the fact that things move in a circle
And in a wave
After the low comes the high ebb
But theories after theories
You put forth explaining the causes of my down fall
You know these are nothing
But on my wounds work like green chili and salt
Moreover, let me again
Make you remember that my fall is not your rise
And for your journey you have to walk
For your rise you have to work
Yet you may go clapping your hands
To see my fall
But let me make you remember
Where you have been when I used to stand tall?
You may go hot and cold
Seeing upon my decline
But let me make you remember
After hitting the bottom I will bounce back
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