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Once there was a child in an abandoned life with a loss of hope,
He always remain in stress and pain,
Nothing remains in his mind but he's only in vain and vain and vain...
His mother used to rebuke him and father used to beat,
But this time his anger would compete,
Next morning he woke up with a compact light of hope,
And now the World would see how much he can cope.
A dream came along with sort of old song,
The song that generate a trigger of self confidence in me,
The song that gives pride to those who earns for living,
The song that inspires all other songs,
The song even the wisest of men could not understand.
It is like a biscuit surrounded with small one's
It shines like a silver light when it is visible one
It is milky inside inside but outside the dark chocolaty one
but it fades away when sun comes
I want to taste it but it is little bit far away from me
I'm sure that i will taste it and my hands will reach it for free
but I will only taste it when sun is visible to me.
Lets find out what is biscuit and by whom it is surrounded with.
Why GOD why me
The memories that you flew at me
You can see the world i know
but why can't you see me,
The heart that suffers,
gets pain in my head ,WHY GOD WHY ME,
I give up everything you said,
but tell me how i can be "DEAD";
I was relished to see that you never vanishes
The only way to see the beauty of the world and truth is through you're eyes;
And you're me only friend who is wise.

— The End —