STRESS
The biggest weed in anyone's life
Which pokes us like a very sharp knife..
Forming stress lines on our forehead
Carrying the burdens like the thoughts in our muddled head..
Driving all our joys away...
In sighing and dismay..
We were once birds that were born for joy..
But now caged, with fears that annoy..
Atlast forming wrinkles on our face
Making us look old at a very young age..
Hi guys!
I know this is not upto the mark..
But I am little busy so couldn't think much..
But don't worry I'll make sure the next I update it would be worth it...
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