Millions of Thoughts sprouting inside,
Time is fleeting ,no time to sigh;
Some unkept promises, some unsaid words
Impossible for me, to make them blurred;
A beautiful mirage, to run after goals
chased, accomplished , have done with all;
Got silver at the expense of gold-
Gold was every hand,I promised to hold.
Golden was that period, golden was every friend,
Not happy with life, for showing this unusual trend;
Life seems nothing akin to package,
We measure our success, with the help of this gauge;
Quarrelled over trifles,wasted our time
Life gonna be a poem, without the flavour of rhyme;
Some unkept promises, some unsaid words
Impossible for me, to make them blurred;
Thoughts are growing, perception is changing;
Gaol to me earlier, seems palace to me
Those Irritating teachers are now erudites to me
Did wrong with some , made happy to many
Regret for nothing, Always tried to be zany
Atlast I am human, have right to commit mistakes
Indeed not the Best, Atleast not the Fake.
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