Take your chances, O’ lonely soul,
Lest the passions are abating,
Seek the comforts of present not the past, for
The time rushes while these keep on debating.
Worried of the chances that you will lose?
But equal are that of winning, if not more,
What use is such caution in what to choose?
When you remain stuck, stagnant & quite unsure!
Life is short and keeps on fleeting,
While we keep worrying if it will work or won’t,
What is the point of doubting & bleating?
When it’s our effort that it’ll do or don’t!
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