The Three Kinds Of Lives

The Three Kinds Of Lives short poem

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Life is a locked book
the first and last pages are filled
with ultimate events birth and death
but how the other pages are drilled?

The one who is born with an ideal aim,
tries to fulfill it
even if the dark comes up
he never gives up
and finally crosses the stage of runner up.

The one who just think of an aim
tries to reach the moon
but if he lands among the stars
he doesn’t feel bad.

then comes the one who doesn’t have any aim
his life becomes a level down game
the story of grasshopper and his life becomes same
his luck would be one whom he blame
and finally, he vanishes his name.

The one who opens the locked book
fills it with inspirational life experiences.
The one who can’t open it
should find its appropriate keys.
And the one who doesn’t want to open it,
can never taste the beautiful life.

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stirring piece of writing………

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