FROM cul-de-sac TO ANOTHER

Roads were rough, but on we moved
Darkness was all that surrounded us on our lonely journey
Of which our destiny we knew not.

The birds couldn't sing,
And neither could the wind blow
But never and you couldn't help it
For we govern none of these.

One day , amidst our journey
We realized it was time
For us to join the real hustle full journey
That's wen we had completed our nine months !

Oh it was too late to retreat! For we had already joined this ruthless world
Which no man surely owns, but all claim it's ownership
Where friends are enemies, and mentors tormentors
Another cul-de-sac also !

poem by Ampurira Nicodemus from Self composition
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