The vehicle is running out of fuel
The roads were bumpy
Seasons were in extremes
Distance warmth lights up
False hope….
But spring never springs!
Nothing happens in favor
Sometimes met with horrible accidents
Still can’t stop
The journey sustains to unknown destiny...
Either born with silver spoon
Or born in a hut: both are blessed!
Never should be born in a family
Survived the down-fall in social status…
Those are cursed!
Life demands beyond the sustenance;
It takes all it wants
But gives pain and hurts in return
Freud says dreams are unfulfilled wishes…
Even life is a dream for them!
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