I am not a brilliant creation
My ideas are my creation
Forced success are valued;
But give strength to dreams

My success gives me unity,
My failure is empty life.
I hope for sympathy,
But selfish world trolls in failures.

Expecting rise to my dreams;
My empty life is waiting for indication.
Those ideas which are never created,
Are looking for creators.

My feelings and my prospect,
Sends a worth conclusion
If world is not yours,
Make it yours.

I will end this marathon,
With glory and filled colours,
Leave behind the empty life.

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deepesh dewangan

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