Musing
She is sitting idle, pondering about life,
thinking the aim is not just to survive.
Trying hard to follow the theory,
'live every moment and don't worry.'
She thought doing this would be very easy,
thus judged those who were not exemplary.
But realized, like money, success doesn't grow on trees.
Have to look for new paths, opportunities to seize.
She perceived, have to work hard day and night,
bleed from her palms until she gets that thing right.
Comprehended, everyday getting up is a fight,
but watching the sunrise is also a delight.
She now understood, life treats all equally,
some have guts to accept, others beg and plead.
Now it's up to her who she wants to be,
a brave soldier or a cry baby.
Learnt, life's utterly brutal, doesn't even have a sequel.
It means there was never scope for suspense,
have a happy ending or terrible one with many amends.
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