moving on a new track
on every step getting a aback
how do i walk
on each step it is making me to step back
life never seemed so harsh
seems as if i am on marsh
got stuck in a place
have to prove that um not a trash
had only you to get jolly
by every glimpse of yours i was golly
as i have nothing now
how would i say now um doolally
seems life is simpering on me
as if i am loosing every lee
in life's struggle came to know
the door leads to you, i lost its key...
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