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With a sinking heart he compiled
All the memories that are scattered behind
He resigned from his past and assign himself for the mankind
Jogging on the road of prosperity and snoop in the ways of wind
It was just the end of autumn and start of spring in his life
When he took over all his griefs and closed his whole pain file
With the gold spoon he was born and still he is Mr. stubborn
His long hair talking with the cool breeze
And his modesty appeasing him for the destiny
He is looking like a big conqueror, who gallantry won the inner war
Defeated his tearful yesterday
He himself defeated and won
With the gold spoon he was born and still he is Mr. stubborn
His journey is not about what he loses but all about what he won
He is diverse from others
Jolly man with a black beard
Just moves his wooden stick and makes everyone smile
Like a magician changes the mood of the lonely exiles
The sun shines with him and he shines with his style
With the gold spoon he was born and still he is Mr. stubborn
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2 Comments on "Mr. Stubborn…"
Stubborn to win! Inspiring, awesome, wonderful!
Thanks its your goodness that you read it 🙂