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Everyday is a WAR...

It's just not a railway station,
It's more of a mission impossible.
Everyone is struggling hard to reach to their destination,
Shoving their way through the battlefield.

Everyday is like a war, fighting hard through hundred of thousand people,
Just to make a way out safe and wish to happily travel.
Pushing, hitting, scratching, pinching, screaming, screeching, cribbing,
Everyone is a part of this everyday game unwillingly.

Everyday is a surprise with different people u come across in your journey,
Everyday u face different situations, few are scary while few are funny.

Time flies away just so fast, running everyday like this.
Do you even realize how much of it have u lived completely just for your own Self?

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Seeker of Equanimity said…
the everyday fight and the ever disturbing question of Have I lived today... well put ya :-)
August 4, 2012 at 3:38 AM
Ashu's creations said…
Hey Nikhil, Thank you very much... Regret for the delay in reply!! :)
August 25, 2012 at 7:35 AM
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