THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Suicide After the womb, the instant, life is born, The challenges, everyone should conduct, To strive for it, seek for it and to strike it up, Never to bumble, but for success that awaits. A problem, hardship often been conferred as, Even a minute problem taken so seriously, Not by every last, but by those wussy ones, At heart, never to think ahead of the next door. Only, I say to you, impermanent, it is, Whatsoever face, once you're on the point. A little input, you've accomplished the next, With new challenges right at your threshold, It is those, who are feeble in heart, they fail, To melt away from life, so precious in hand, Throwing it away permanently, blank in mind.
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