Even before you grow in your mother’s womb,
It has already begun for you.
It’s defines what you’ll become in future,
Your survival instincts depend on it too.
Sometimes it’s against social anarchy and ignorance,
Sometimes it’s the expectations of the family.
Sometimes it’s against your own dreams and ambitions,
You are left bruised and hopeless, suffering lonely.
Even a small mistake will cost you dear,
The pressure is intense, the burden relentless;
No time to mull over your loss or failure,
The feeling is surreal when you taste success.
The end of one makes way for another,
Monotonous and strenuous like an old river.
It becomes the part of your daily life,
The struggle for existence goes on forever.
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