on the path to earn my bread,
I did stuff what I had been said,
food had kept me physically alive,
but on this journey I was brain dead,
walking towards the directed start,
I almost forgot to follow my heart,
I thought I was in the game,
but I could never hit the dart,
when everyone asked to stand still,
explaining me a due bill,
a calm cold wind just blew,
I am happy, I made a move.
- shahnawaz momin -
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