Life moves slow,
Storms may rise,
Still hearts grow.
Roads may bend,
Yet dreams arise,
With strength to mend.
Students read,
Through sleepless night,
They plant the seed.
Books feel wide,
Yet minds shine bright,
With hope as a guide.
Workers stand,
In heat and rain,
With an empty hand.
Still they strive,
Beyond the pain,
To keep dreams alive.
Vendors walk,
From street to lane,
With humble talk.
Though burdens stay,
They smile again,
And find their way.
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