I open my arm; feel the sign of happiness,
World around my soul is a kind of madness…
I seek for the moment which perceive
rejoice,
And the perfect bit with much choice…
Lot of expectations hurt me sometime,
But existence of my imagination;
Heal the pain all the time…
People come and go, but life gets with it,
On every stage I find myself so fit…
I never feel miserable for ignorant thing,
As, my dreams fly with fanciful wing…
People often say it’s too late,
But I believe, and call it as fate…
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