Life and time devours everything,
some beings are destined to get hurt,
rest all have a premature fall.
I am standing tall for a long time,
shattered with my urge of existence,
culled several times before,
and prepared to face same in coming future.
I stand tall with wounds,
some of them straight in my heart,
I know, I am ancient.
I am here around you from time unnoticed.
I may cease to exist,
but I will rise.
Every fall would be push for me to land
in a highland oracle.
I do not wait for the time to heal my wounds,
I know they are only superficial marks.
I rise from the fire,
I rise from my ashes,
I am an invincible pheonix.
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The beauty of life is not in its ease
But, instead hidden far beneath.
It's the hardship that forces us
To move ahead leaving the current sheath.
It's a measure of your depth
And a test of your patience
For you are the one to bestow
Yourself to the entire existence.
You will remain unnoticed
Unless and untill you reach there
It's a tremendous difficulty
That needs some one who can dare.
Incinerate the fire
Burn the ashes
Destroy the Pheonix
Lit the spalshes.
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