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Life is unfair with me or not.
Still I am confused.
Finding answer for not.
As, they are loved by everyone.
I am standing in line to be love by one.
When they cry,
Thousands hands wipe the tears.
When I cry,
My two hands wipe my tears.
Their voice was heard by all.
My voice was not bear by one
They got attention from all.
I am tension for all.
They have everyone to tell something.
I have no one to tell a thing.
Life make them so perfect,
And make me a fact of imperfect.
Before sinking of their boat,
Thousands are floating for support .
I need one to wheel with me to get to the port.
They fall, all help to stand.
I fall, without help I stand.
Life is unfair
Or
People in life are unfair.
Still confused.
But life teach me :
Stop carving for fake love of others.
Love yourself without bothering for others.
By your own hands wipe your tears.
Your voice should be listen by your own ears.
Make your voice heard by the maker of voices.
Not by the listener of noises.
Do something for attention,
Which surely become a tension.
Be imperfect.
As, it itself says I M PERFECT.
Tell your things to the one who make you.
Not to them who gossip about you.
Wheel your boat by your self.
Become the pirate of your own self.
Not in the crew of other pirate
As , they will be tyrant.
You fall, stand by your own.
You are born to walk the path of life by your own.
Other will be there to just cheer.
Not walk with you to bear.
Life is fair.
Life is real.
People in life are unfair.
People in life are fake for real
-Z. A.
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