The days I lived,
Were as good as other’s,
Were happy & sad as well.
Sometimes I was extolled;
And fed up of life sometimes.
The history isn’t only the story,
Of battles & rivalry & revelry,
But for me, the witness,
Of few peaceful moments too.
When I introspect & retrospect,
I fathom myself to ameliorate.
No regrets I have for,
The days I lived.
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