The pain which is yet to be said,
Suffered a lot but more is yet to be endured,
Continued to serve everyone,
But we have yet to serve ourselves,
Live for many but we
Have yet to live for ourselves,
It is a matter of pride that we are proud.
But we are yet to become proud,
The unfulfilled dreams are yet to be fulfilled,
We were falling apart,
But the desire to rise again is still there,
To say that we are alive,
But life is yet to be lived
It is said that there is a world of its own,
But it is yet to find itself in it.
About the Creator
Priyabrataa Ganguly
Professional writer, foodie, love poems


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