I have been told to,
Meet the expectations, to utmost precision
Put along till all things get under control
To be nice and wise everytime,
You do everything still get questioned what is mine?
Playing the nice, better and best
Even after all efforts you are called just a Mess
Who should you convince?
How should you live?
What all matters is that prestige
They say , You can't do anything on your own
You are known by none,
There may be countless stars but none is like a Moon.
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PoetryFinding one's comfort thing is what most of us humans look for . The one thing to hold on and feel at ease and which brings us peace and calmness, to lift one self up . Here are few series of Poems which I hope would help would make your day little...
