O' life! Hell thy grouses-
Smiling tense and tortured
As such, forming the habit-
Unease lies in heart and head
That wears the cap of prickles!
Why don't miss
Miss and forget-
Lot many things
So hard, so soft-
Alerts so confirmed.
Hardships often prepare
For an extraordinary destiny-
Upgrading common man's dreams
Mixing truth, nature with realism.
Why do the wrong people
Always teach the right lessons-
Why don't the right ones stand?
Standing for the righteousness.
Just, to do great things
And take the big decision-
Getting up early in the mornings
Sleeping late at nights like PM Modi.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2019
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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