One who dreams of propitious life,
Keeping the hope in a pocket
With full of mirth & surprise.
One who cherishes the sweetest thoughts,
Lifting the pain upwards everyday
With full of strength spinning the knots.
The hope is only there to keep us alive,
Many more to come in life,
Sometimes pains, sometimes vibes.
The choice is yours which one you keep,
Let it down or try to grip.
Facts of life are more tangible
If you ever live with it,
The hope is there only with you
To go along on the road; full of pits.
Every part of relation needs to be bloomed,
Give it sometimes rest or a long sloom.
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