The road is so long and journey crowded
Where the ways are full of rough surface
The steps are becoming ever difficult
The passers are tired badly required a rest
The infinite ways they judges themselves
This journey is never ending here
I am tired and tired enough in the journey
My fellow ones argued strive a little
There you can find a way of coolness
The comforts of shades and water available
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