ODE TO LIFE


ODE TO LIFE

Ode of Life/Melody of Life

What if Life would have challenged you with the thoughts you are afraid of ..??
Well I guess you would probably have blamed it off..!!
My mate you are the one to decide your plans....!!
Because you are the only Anchorman along the Godman..!!
You decide to fly high like a Superman..!!
But may be for a time your wings are banned..!!
Stay calm ..stay cool my dear mate ...!!
You are never the less.. because Life isn't same..!!
At the end you know the thing...that Life is a sorted Game..!!
                                                                      
© AYK

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