a poor man dropped into treasure island,
running in all direction to gather his gold.
the cold struck man,
running towards the sun for some heat.
and the kitten running towards the warmth of a mother figure.
yr the roadside shelter found in a rainy night.
The worker sleeping under the sun,
wakes up midday to complete the task overnight.
The world demands result and I present to you,
my hardwork and my attempts for success.
A gold digger at the river bank,
digging all day to gather the gold.
come near and dig deep, deep inside of me
and see past the mud and discover the 'REAL ME'.
A mother of 100 children forced to pick up her favourite child,
she breaks down and cries with a heavy heart
but laughs at the stupidity of the question.
She replies-'can you complain that the sun gives less light to you ?'
you are just like the sun,
the temple god who will listen as we speak our heart.
A soft hearted thinker who's not misled by crossroad
and the blessing angel taking away peoples pain.
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