It keeps our life go on pretty
They come as dreams and vanishes
Leaving the trailing memories of old days
Pain is deeper than pleasure
It keeps us stay humble and clean
They remind us of the lost sweetness
Sharing the dearest moments in silence
Hardship is more fruitful than pompous life
It keeps us very much in life
It makes us heavier in helps
Bearing the pleasure of a dutiful being
Geetha V C
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