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I WAS TALKING TO GOD: I am a downright failure, I never get to the point at any time. I am screwed up, It’s of no use to try now. The world, for me, is now above. It’s worthless to try, Why did I aim too high? I am now scarred, With the failures I have gained, It has made me weak, and it has pained. All my plans have gone in vain, My head is down, down into shame. Its worthless to try, Why did I aim too high? I aimed for the moon, But never even reached the star. Was thrown from above, Because I was a pea out there Nobody loved me, nobody cared. Its worthless to try, Why did I aim too high? Due to this failure, I have climbed the barrier of lunacy, I have travelled in the wave of despondency. I shout from here, to take me away from this world, Because it is no less than a prison for me. Its worthless to try, Why did I aim too high? I am sick of confusions, I have gone insane, I am tired of playing mind games. The world has done much for me, And I don’t have anything to give in return. I just want to give it up, I am burning up, Let me go from this world. Its worthless to try, Why did I aim too high? BUT Then GOD Said: That aiming too high, Is so not wrong. You moan and scream, and show the world that you are so very meek, You decide to die, every time you fail, So what can I say!! Now you have decided to die, What can I do, give death a try. I REALISED and SAID TO GOD: You have sarcasm in your voice. You give me options – death and life as a choice? You say that I am meek, And I prove myself, MYSELF as a freak? Oh God! Now I feel I was so wrong! Why was I moaning for so long! This sardonic and challenging response of yours, Makes me feel challenged, And makes me forget whatever I said before. I feel energetic again, And take up this challenge of yours. I would dare to dream big, And would not fear to get it fulfilled. No one is going to stop me, I have got the optimism installed! God, give me challenges, Give me dares, I want to show you, I am not the person Who screams and scares. Every time I fail, I would remember your sarcastic voice, And would feel challenged again.

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I Was Talking To God

I WAS TALKING TO GOD: I am a downright failure, I never get to the point at any time. I am screwed up, It’s of no use to try now. The world, for me, is now above. It’s worthless to try, Why did I aim too high? I am now scarred, With the failures I have gained, It has made me weak, and it has pained. All my plans have gone in vain, My head is down, down into shame. Its worthless to try, Why did I aim too high? I aimed for the moon, But never even reached the star. Was thrown from above, Because I was a pea out there Nobody loved me, nobody cared. Its worthless to try, Why did I aim too high? Due to this failure, I have climbed the barrier of lunacy, I have travelled in the wave of despondency. I shout from here, to take me away from this world, Because it is no less than a prison for me. Its worthless to try, Why did I aim too high? I am sick of confusions, I have gone insane, I am tired of playing mind games. The world has done much for me, And I don’t have anything to give in return. I just want to give it up, I am burning up, Let me go from this world. Its worthless to try, Why did I aim too high? BUT Then GOD Said: That aiming too high, Is so not wrong. You moan and scream, and show the world that you are so very meek, You decide to die, every time you fail, So what can I say!! Now you have decided to die, What can I do, give death a try. I REALISED and SAID TO GOD: You have sarcasm in your voice. You give me options – death and life as a choice? You say that I am meek, And I prove myself, MYSELF as a freak? Oh God! Now I feel I was so wrong! Why was I moaning for so long! This sardonic and challenging response of yours, Makes me feel challenged, And makes me forget whatever I said before. I feel energetic again, And take up this challenge of yours. I would dare to dream big, And would not fear to get it fulfilled. No one is going to stop me, I have got the optimism installed! God, give me challenges, Give me dares, I want to show you, I am not the person Who screams and scares. Every time I fail, I would remember your sarcastic voice, And would feel challenged again.