Out of mud
Once mistaken
But not forgotten
Life is driven
On ups and down
So we go
And blow
Own trumpet
And let the views
How many people we come across!
Out of which how many we chose
Make acquaintance
And like their presence
Not always they shall be with you
And help whenever you want them to pass through
But some may jump in fray all of sudden
Take your cart out of mud and make it driven
Even dust is needed in critical hour
So make tour
And find out what you can do for all of them
Mix with them, stay with them and work as team
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Siervo Aries even in the midst of sadness there happen a bunch of joy things off and out but life must go on... on and on.... enjoy to the fullest if there's joy cry when you can, but it's for a while tomorrow will run, happiness will come! Unlike · Reply · 1 · Just now · Edited