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Dreams for life, as sharpness for Knife |
| Nothing comes for free, To get any fruit tomorrow - today we need to plant a tree, If everything is zero, Before being a hero, Then why curse fortunes and cry, Instead let’s get up, and atleast give dreams a try. Some gas clouds combined - born beautiful universe, Some of 26 (alphabets) joined - for the birth of a touchy verse, Remember-dark is the mother of light, Happiness born from the womb of plight, Do not concentrate on curse-it will make brain fry, Instead let’s get up, and atleast give dreams a try. Heart is singing life as rhyme, Playing on the chords of time, Beat is given by breath, Music will stop at death, Why not to enjoy the charm- before lake gets dry, Let’s get up today, and atleast give dreams a try. You are miracle of nature-do not let it waste, Every wine in Tavern-has its divine taste, That beautiful spark in your heart, May be the only light in dark - just do not let it fell apart, On seeing sun-moon does not feel wry, Let’s get up o’ Sardar, and atleast give dreams a try. |