(Well.... I scribbled these words 3 months back.... N thanks Mom for preserving the piece of paper! That’s y these words are here now!)
When there is a lull,
And the goals that once excited seem dull,
Hold on to the hull,
For it is time that, over your life's ambitions you mull…
Don't sulk like a bear and be a bull.
It is in your hands to make a life that is full.
If you are the wind, then life is a windmill,
It tests your strength to move it to its fill.
You may choose to take the hero's path that winds its way uphill,
Or choose to look at the peak, sitting at your window sill!
Hey its me, its mine I may be a devil or an angel, its all fine Here i only have my thoughts to chase I don't have to put on a pretty face The world's not black nor is it white It is a canvas where the colours fight There is sweet and there is sour Come let your taste'buds' blossom like a flower With me in my very own space Lets write away, as if its a pens' race!
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