In this world, whoever has born
Everyone has the story of his own,
A girl or a child,a mother or a bride
Everyone's upset with their life.
Everyone wants to touch the sky,
Even knowing that's too high.
Inspite of having all the luxuries,
A man's not happy due to his rapacities.
Curses destiny and blames god,
for everything that has went wrong..
A man is turned into such a beast
Till he realises he enjoyed life to it's least
The stupid fellow yet doesn't understand,
Still blames to the master of this land.
One should admonish him to get him right on track
Otherwise surely he will crack his back...
My words doesn't mean not to aim for high,
they simply means not to cry, when you fail to touch the sky....
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