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I ran so fast on the path of life,

I forgot from where I had started,

I remembered something suddenly, luckily,

That’s when and why I retarded. 
A brook, I fled by had asked to meet,

If eyes weren’t lucky, just to soak my feet…

I never turned back, Salmons tried a lot,

The weeds and the reeds, my eyes never caught. 
A cuckoo wanted to share her sorrow,

But all I thought of, was my good morrow!

While dreaming about destination, I fell down thud…

I stood up and fled, forgot to thank the mud. 
The dry leaves under my feet were the voices of the trees,

Who wanted me to look up, the colours of their glees.

While I ran on the way, I mocked at the stones,

Failed to notice gems among, O! My stupid jones! 
All the while, something on my back had stuck,

I now found it to be the rarest flower, my bad luck!

My fingers feel it’s softness, I wonder what man gets…

After the long run, just a bag full of regrets!! 



Losing to Win ►


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