We are getting confused
About what people will say.
The heart wants to do something else.
We are going to do something else.
They think that there is a lot of time,
What is the hurry with us,
Now let's go according to others,
We have spent our whole life for ourselves.
In this tussle of heart and mind,
The pages of life are being turned with great speed.
We have not lived till now
As much as we are dying unnecessarily every day.
Don't enlarge the sheet,
Don't bury your desires,
It's a life of four days,
just live in peace…
Don't bother anyone,
Don't surprise anyone,
Even a million says wrong,
Just leave with a smile…
Don't get angry with anyone, Do it,
Don't make false promises to anyone,
Take out some leisure time,
Meet yourself some time.
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Priyabrataa Ganguly
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