Life is as Like Crossroads
Very difficult to predict
Which way to take, Isn't it?
Sometimes when we feel sure of something
Success seems to be waiting next door
Circumstances take a heavy toll on us
From the midst of glorious action we come to lonely shore
I know pains are inevitable
And even more treacherous to bear
Then also life keeps on throwing these to us
And it becomes very hard to make the point clear
First quarter of life just passes in thinking
Second quarter asks for all hustle and bustle
Third quarter doesn't allow us for rejuvenating
And we are left gasping about our own existence in tussle
In such a busy and formal life style
I am often forgetful of my identity
How can others expect time for them?
But still they say to do it as a duty
O life! I am really tried of your philosophy
Imparting sorrows can never serve your theory
Be a little watchful about your methodology
And let us be given a chance of laughing that too hearty.
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