A small poem to rejuvenate your zeal to wake up seven fight for your Right.
People call us the rebellious
Still Rebellion is not started;
We aspire to change your life
Just hope & reality are inverted.
Born to catch the comets
Aims to conquer mountains;
Stacks of solutions for everyday
Life has got no impediments.
The hearts in us are shuttles
Wanders among new world;
They need not search for heaven
Just wrest upon places untold.
We are the flow of city
Hope to relinquish every Desires;
Yet regulate every movement
Like forest-way with conifers.
Anxiety in us is unpredictable
Seems like the urge to march on
Sometimes refrain its hard call
Still makes it to Destination.
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