It matters not to me,
How rough the life has been.
How badly it broke me at times,
and lots of its colours I have seen.
It matters not how many hands left me,
For now,I have lost those counts,
Sometimes it hurts a lot ,
and sometimes funny it sounds.
Now I sit back and wait for my spirits,
knowing that pains are the other half.
And the joy of living through this journey,
makes me smile and laugh !!
How rough the life has been.
How badly it broke me at times,
and lots of its colours I have seen.
It matters not how many hands left me,
For now,I have lost those counts,
Sometimes it hurts a lot ,
and sometimes funny it sounds.
Now I sit back and wait for my spirits,
knowing that pains are the other half.
And the joy of living through this journey,
makes me smile and laugh !!
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