There will be times in life,
Which will make you sad,
Every happening-taking place,
Wouldn’t make you glad.
Your every word won’t be agreed,
There will be someone to oppose,
Someone who won’t like,
Whatever you have proposed.
Criticism you’ll have to face,
With each passing day,
To achieve something in life,
Is not a child’s play.
Along with friends you’ll have,
Some foes too,
The sky above might turn,
Dark from pleasant blue.
Tears will run down your cheeks,
You’ll have a lot of pain,
Every time you won’t be sheltered,
From sunshine or rain.
There will not be privacy always,
There’ll be poking noses,
Don’t forget the phrase that
‘Life is not a bed of roses! ’
niyati sangoi
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