Try hard
Pick up the pen
Write about heaven
Look at the sun
No idea even then?
Don't worry
Feel no sorry
Entire life is yours
Knock at the door
The opportunity may slip in
The chance may be seen
You shall find the bright rays inside
You may feel cheerful and decide
How come birds are flying around?
When there is nothing on ground
Yet, they go up and come down
'Something may be found soon'
If they are hopeful
Why should we remain painful?
We can get water from rock
We have enough of energy in our stock
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If they are hopeful Why should we remain painful? We can get water from rock We have enough of energy in our stock