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Zeros and A One

 


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I tried to dream, a one for me,
With high hopes and undeteerting belief
But, as the time went by went my relief
Fearing the walk to achieve, as my will fell steep


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Somehow I stood up again even in fear,
While everyone departed but my dear,
I weep, I cry, I struggle with my try
Letting me down, the end doesn't seem near

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For the world to call you a failure,
A mistake is enough, as what's not visible are the effort
But, only the brand of what you wear
Every hope, motivation and belief dry out in this desert

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How do you expect me to rise again?
As I have lost many times
Pushing you back from where you began,
Not able to put my foot forward, with these deluded crimes

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But all I need is a one,
To make zeros a meaningful one
As the night of dreadful dream is over by the rising sun
To overcome this I realized I am myself that one


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"I never could have imagined how strong I would become,
To reach places and the new world I see
By value that was added by just a One
When I make it to the Place to be"


-Tushar Bhakte

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