And reality is pain,

And reality is suffering,

It is misery of failing.

Yet, there is a bird in the air,

It comes everyday..

The children have a schedule,

They go to school everyday..

The traffic lights have order,

They red, yellow and green..

Everyday, amid pain, suffering, misery. I blink thrice too. Must keep moving, why not me?

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Knight in a shining armor #141