Own dream and style
No one has time to feel
About your sorrows and then fill
With condolences
It is simple mental stress
Why do you feel loneliness?
Why should you bring it on face?
To be noticed by people
And then they come to make little peaceful
We write about sorrows
But how do they come and go?
Do you want people to know?
Make jokes and then blow all over
We must make it look of general nature
Display the mental agony and steps to ensure
The right thinking of not taking it to mind
And reasonable way to find solution
It is our journey
Blessed by an almighty
We got to make it worthwhile
And live with own dream and style
Why do you feel loneliness? Why should you bring it on face? To be noticed by people And then they come to make little peaceful
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Bobita Saikia My humble thanks and gratitude Hasmukh Mehat ji for your beautiful opinion with your honey sweet words.. Unlike · Reply · 1 · 13 mins