Life is a story in pages,
That gets printed since birth ages.
You soared in sky, you fell in disguise,
Things are mentioned in every line.
At the time of death you realise your ambitions,
That are left too few,
Situations occured to test you.
But you didn't realise that they were to shape you.
At last age you remember your every take,
But it's too late to realise your mistake.
Life is like a story book,
While filling the pages you need to be careful,
Or else you'll spoil your whole story,
All because of your silly fury.
It's your life your decision,
With how much care and precision,
You want to spare, or want to spend
It beautifully, because after death you can't repent.

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