Everything has an end.

One little hand in my hand,

One who made the father grand.

Whenever he questions with him I stand,

But that day he asked something unplanned.

His words contained love and self respect, 

Which one is right which one have defect? 

Is one way love ever gonna be perfect? 

I told him that it’s you 

who gonna write this story.

It’s you who will choose 

Between suffering or glory.

Do love to the fullest 

But never let come a stage,

When ending the book 

Looks more suitable 

Rather than Turing the page. 


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