The Warrior

Sometimes we picturize everything so clearly
So vividly imagined, that if things went way afar from what we pictured we lose touch with reality
We believe that everything is going the way we pictured
We believe it even if it doesn’t go that way
And by the time we feel the knock on our head it seems too late
But is death the answer?
I don’t think so
it is a battle
You are a warrior
A true warrior fights till the end
Victory or defeat doesnt define a warrior
Attitude alone defines a warrior

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