In the morning, old becomes new,
As the sun sets with the fatigue,
of its whole day,
the next day it becomes a new sun.
Or, who keeps track of the footprints,
on the grass of the field.
But in the morning a little dew sticks,
on the grass, as if a child is smiling.

Just like that,
I face a lot of problems all day,
I can solve some problems and
I can't solve some problems.
But since I am a human being,
I love to see new dreams again
the next day despite,
hundreds of failures at the end of the day.

Ajay
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