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This world is a stage,
Where we play our roles best,
Everyone gets a different character
To lead this beautiful and hard life.
The stage is filled with many colours,
Sometimes it spreads roses on the way,
And sometimes it spreads a way of thorns,
But the brave are never frightened
Because they respect this beautiful stage
And which is unique for them.
The creator has designed this world,
Where we all adjust according to circumstances,
But some people complain to the creator
Because they are never satisfied with this life.
The world always decorates the stage
With flowers and medals,
Those who perform the role best
The world respect and praises them
Till the world exists.
Pushkar Bisht
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