Men think & worry for unknown.
Loath their brain & waste hormones.
Mirthful life becomes poisons hell.
For them & their dears.
Men think, they’re alone, they are indeed.
Troubles are theirs’, miseries & pains.
For, we can share only happy moments.
Smiles we like, no pains, no ailments.
No friction, is fiction in real life.
Yet, the breeze is all we wait for.
It isn’t waiting in life alone,
Waiting to pass, promote & die.
Life is living,
With fun & mirth.
For we know no rebirth.
All is here & once for all.
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