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Life Anyway...

Life Attitude
I have been a solitary soul fighting ups and downs,

 Still, I find life's beauty hidden in nooks and corners anyway...
The roadblocks have been numerous on this untrodden path,

 Still, I find the urge to move on towards my goal anyway...

 Emotions lost, feeling hurt, friendship lost and found,

 Still, I find the next milestone as intriguing anyway...
Sometimes fearless, sometimes crouched and crumbled,

 Still, I find the inner strength to guide me anyway...
Sometimes lonely, sometimes lost in a crowd,

 Still, I find my identity engraved on a far horizon anyway...
Life has been a bouquet of thorns and thistles alike,

 Still, I find the rules and ruptures healing anyway...
Life has been a merry go round leaving me in a dizzy din,

 Still, I find the sound of life euphonious anyway...
Basking and reveling in the divine love of my Lord,

 Still, I find life full of hope and anticipation anyway...
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