Death knocked on his door
Willingly, he couldn't ingore
All his wishes were tore
And his heart has become sore
Sadly he tightened the knot
Hung it from ceiling spot
Closing his eyes he thought
With his sense of attachments, he fought
No doubt,failure makes you down
But,every night is followed by dawn
Who lost the war can still conquer his town
You have to fight untill you have your crown
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
Death knocked on his door
Willingly, he couldn't ingore
All his wishes were tore
And his heart has become sore
Sadly he tightened the knot
Hung it from ceiling spot
Closing his eyes he thought
With his sense of attachments, he fought
No doubt,failure makes you down
But,every night is followed by dawn
Who lost the war can still conquer his town
You have to fight untill you have your crown
You may lost the war,but that can't be your last war.You have to stand and fight untill you grab your sword,untill your heart pumps blood.
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