“SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST”
Coming and
going
Just like a
swing
Thoughts never
rest
With their
wide spread wings
Suddenly they
amplify…
Taking me high
Leisurely they
criticize
Making me
low
How can I satisfy
thought?
Always it
moans at me
It’s like a
free soul …
Looking for
the right chord
Me… trying
to control its path
Knowing that
it’s “SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST”
In this
unending struggle for the life
How can I liberate
my very own concept?
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