Millennials.



Wonder how it consumes our mind? Thoughts into the future, bizarre. Remembering the merry reigns of past, Thousands of queries entwined. Very purpose of existence, Plainly unable to find; Traits of career and love undecided, Yet we run on sans resistance. And we begin to think again, Why did we grow up, ever? And easily lose footing, Delving into deadly dangerous domains. Chained to this life, are we? Dearth any gain in pondering, Ought ignore others' surmises. Let's take the good, and live it free! And as we age, it's apparent. Life is not status, substance or opulence; But, make worth a happy difference, And the rest would become transparent! The reason, on our last song, We could guilt-free sing without any regrets, That all throughout its high and lows, "My life was worth it all along"!
-Amogh Inamdar


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