Life is one long struggle,
Without any break or truce;
One problem is solved another surfaces,
On and on it goes,
Like linking carriages of an unending train!
Years fly past, black hair turns to grey,
Problems relentlessly come and go;
It is a wonder how one survives such onslaught,
With minor bruises here and there,
Sometimes crushed but not dead;
Fallen but rises up again!
Each battle looks like the last farewell,
To all friends and foes;
No one will miss him,
Dead or alive!
Just an insignificant digit,
In this vast infinity of numbers!


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