Life is full of mess,
Every day is new test,
Not easy to breath,
Not easy to live.
Some one,
rightly said,
Dying is easy,
whereas living is the tough.
We are in the webs,
of endless issues,
some solvable and some not.
We are in shackles,
We want to move,
but we cannot sustain,
the weight of these.
But how long,
this plight will prevail?
Who will break the the ice?
Who will usher our path,
from present to future.
No one,
No one,
No one,
except we,
our self.
Lets not wait,
miracles to happen,
Lets strive,
Lets survive,
with our own efforts,
as
to fly high,
bird need its own wings.
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