In the awkwardness of rain, he stood there alone The droplets poured down as pebbles from sky His eyes were firm and, with no signs of stress Others ran for shelter, but he waits as if he were bowing to the rain gods Then as if his prayers were heard , the weather changed for better He moved along narrow street, His belongings made it clear that he wasn’t better off in times He stopped in front of structure whose walls seemed to reach sky, There he met an eminence who told “h
is fortunes have changed , …… his efforts bore fruits ,and destiny has opened its doors to him” But still those eyes…remained firm…. His thoughts weren’t of triumphs but the torridness of path he pursued, Memories of past where he was bruised by words from the people near Then he move away from the edifice, where his worth had reversed His thoughts slowly declined with echoes of life truth “We are born with nothing and die alone, rest it is the stage where we play our part”
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