You dream, you act; and
Run behind, your goal;
Day and night, you aspire for;
To acquire, the loveliest, and most beautiful;
You stake, all your comforts,
Into pleasant pain;
You break, all your shackles,
Of darling ones;
You stand alone, to your path,
Where no goers, viewed, even to the farthest;
Weary ways, and sweating sun,
Seem to scorn and scare,
In thousand ways;
Seem still, and suspicious,
Of omens to haunt and hurt;
The dust of doubts, shrouds,
Your hazy eyes;
No chance, to chariot you, ahead
To you, to your destined deed.
Revamp and resume, your own course;
The supreme and superb strength,
Lying within, you all;
It’s you, by yourself,
Can surpass all bounds and boundaries;
Within flip of seconds.
You are special, you are unique;
Then why to follow, public path;
If that path, doesn’t exist,
Rather, you make, your own;
All that, tested and tried,
Have, a definite direction; but,
You want more, beyond the world,
The rotten and ruptured roads,
Can’t lead you, to your life;
Try something, new and wondrous,
Choose and chase,
By your own accords;
Difference lies, in the things,
Differently done; so,
Act different and be different.
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