Do any mischief
If that provides relief
Stay comfortably in life
Even though it is torn with strife
Human life is subjected to an error
Sometimes by fear
Sometimes by compulsion
But raise no questions
Life has to be led
Either with lies to be fed
Or honestly with single aim
Of passing it with calm
No one claims here perfection
You are learning through actions
Mistakes make you perfect
Without single reason to react
It is for us to consume
Bitter pills and feel good time
Try to see the journey from positive angle
That shall save you from possible struggle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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