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Life...

Life is a continuous flow...
You get numerous opportunities to grow...

There are times when we are still and dry...
But those are the moments which make us fly...

We walk alone most of the time...
And so spending time with Friends is a rhyme...

We look back into past now and then...
Just to wonder how all this happened and when...

A tear drips from our eyes...
When we feel those good-byes...

Life still continues to walk...
We stand there watching, the clock goes ticktock...

It tells us what it really is...
You should keep moving on and never be at ease...

Bruises, Heart Aches, Pain is a part of it...
It was always and will be, an ally to your spirit...

About Author

Abhishek Gorale

A software engineer by profession and a curious blogger by will. An ambivert who balances his creative and geeky sides.


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  1. I think ending might had done still more better,good writings :)

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  2. Thank You once again :)
    In the end I wanted to portrait that even the negative aspects of life knowingly and unknowingly are allies to help us grow..

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