They bring us down,
Our passion is cut down,
When I am broken down,
Why can't I hear their sound?
They come to help when it gets worst,
In the race of twelve lakhs, they expect us to come first,
If you don't reach their expectation, they say that it's over,
But show them that you are a conqueror,
It's not over until you surrender,
You might get failed in one but you will not in another,
After all life is not meant for ending it,
It is meant for living it and moulding it....
© Rhythm