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In My Words
The journey of life starts from a cradle, In which everyone has to paddle..
The journey starts as a sweet little boy, Who plays with a toy...
The boy goes to the kindergarten, Which is like a burden..
He passes through different phases of life, Which are like the edge of a knife..
Such phases are From a sweet little boy to a teenager, New thoughts enter with a vigor..
The bodily changes makes him fearful, Sometimes tearful..
With no one to answer his queries in teenage, He enters adultage..
In this age he tries to earn His bread n butter, So that his life could be better..
Soon there will be a marriage, After 9 months there will be a carriage..
After that his life becomes a daily serial soap, In which there is no hope..
After sometime he becomes old, Sometimes he could be sold..
This is the life of a common man, Which is like a rotating fan..
The journey which started With such a fanfare, Ends in a grave.
But still it's worth living a life, coz it's not the end which matters but Journey which makes all the difference.
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