What’s life devoid of endless pain
That rains and stains everyone
Living on earth’s face
What’s this fate which eventually get us late
Who never waits
Except our destinies permit us to grey
If we are blessed , bestowed by heaven’s grace
To finish on this mystery race
And excel on this life’s stage
Then we must proceed to succeed
In our deeds to plant a memorable seed
Of sheer happiness and good will
In every soul we meet
So our dreams will be as legacies
When its our time to go sleep.
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