||I'm progressing,says the world
Trying to look stunning for the world
Moving across the path of time
Molding the truth and trying to shine||

||I do not know the origin of the Earth
Pushing self to catch-hold as everything is mine
World is so soft, giving everything for which I'm trying||

||I do not see,what others are facing
I always see,either I'm racing or not racing
I always forget, I am crossing the brook of time
I always forget, life is a treble
In the end it'll bring me sand and pebbles||

||Still it mesmerizes me called the gain
I forget and avoid every pain
Parallel universe calls it crazy
I call it success,if not achieved,world will call me lazy||

||I forget that kiss of birth is success
I am not a phoenix who'll regenerate from ashes
I forget that I'm trying to earn the name and fame
Both are not mine,whereas are the world's game||

||I know, I'm marching blindly
trying to attain that world called success
No doubt I've registered and will achieve
But why I am putting my happiness in archive|| © Rajesh Walecha

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