simran arora - Is Life A Riddle?

When every hope is struggled,
And need to cross a lot of hurdles,
When memory reminds every flash,
And needs to be relaxed,
When it starts disposing,
And disappearing our humor,
Where is the reason for all stupid bloomers?
Which start enhancing our personality?
And we get the faster results in week 3,
It could be the reason life crash,
Without including any fullstop, coma or hash,
Question mark included on every end,
It may on teachers face or friend,
Our life truly become a riddle,
And every word start pinching,
Our heart like a needle,
Level increases of life’s game,
With the lost of money, power and fame,
And with a lot of new problems for struggle.

simran arora

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