Life- Bed Full of Roses and Thorns
Life is a bed
Full of roses and thorns
It’s a painful road laid
Which is full of happiness and mourns
Here we don’t find
Happiness in every way
Because it’s not a fairy tale kind
Here we also find some who cry whole day
When we try to pluck roses
It’s common that we get hurt by its thorns
Life is a photo with many poses
Where we are only clowns
Every person here dreams
To live happily
But there are horror screams
Where we are stuck terribly
It does not happen as we think
Because it’s only about our fate
Sometimes our ideas don’t link
As it's never is too late.....
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