A Fight with My Life

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 My life has decided to end up
before starting its journey.

It has became a wrecked ship
that might sink at any time.

Though i don’t want it to happen
but situation has grown much more harder than it was.

I don’t want my life to loose it’s faith
but it’s continuously  whispering into my ears and saying
“enough is enough now let just cut it off ”

Is it easy to just cut it down
no i won’t let that happen!

My life argued “no you have to”!
We quarreled each day , each night in a believe that
one of us is definitely going to win.

Later,time flew away and
one day a little rays of the sun splashed into our eyes and
showed us a beautiful destination.
Darkness fade away and light appeared.

I hugged my life so tightly , like nobody else did and
it has then promised me to continue the journey until death knocks our door.

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Author: Pen Artist

I was born in 14th November and now once again I am born as a writer. Writing is something that gives me pleasure, a pleasure of peace. You know I find it difficult talking in front of people, I'm kind a shy person . I get nervous facing peoples. But when it is about writing i just keep going on and on.I can share my views, my thoughts, my feelings through out a pen, that's why you can see i gave my profile name as "PEN ARTIST". Once i found a quote which says "Life is like a flute it may have holes and emptiness but if you work on it carefully it can play magical melodies". I must say how beautiful thought one can have actually. I do have emptiness and holes so here i go , trying to cover it through writing.

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