future is paradox and is left to be worried for.
Every morning unlocks overwhelming surprises,
every night unveils paths in dreams untravelled before,
people are temporary ,deeds prove exemplary,
friends and foes are no one but you atlast,
despite far stretching hopes unabated run will come to a halt,
present is the moment of consideration wherin lies the way,
i'm a lonely traveller and will die someday,
not much to wish ,not much to aspire
but , one more drag to the flight of life
just one more drop of happiness to the ocean of life.
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