The pen in my hand urges me to write;
Ideas of my mind arouse me for a fight;
This fight brings all my might;
And so now this poem I write.
The world I know; is merely a show.
To work our lives we tow;
And before the money giver we bow.
Why should we face this;
Why not face independence bliss;
Independence means god kiss;
Never in life this you should miss.
My mind works to fight the world;
World, which is very old;
It has sand it has gold;
Only aspect needed is to Be-Bold!!!!!!!
Suyog
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