What a life this is?
Always fighting a crisis
All the joy seems to have gone
Evaporated or become con
It comes to us in many forms
We have to greet it with open arms
Be it Minor, Major or Lab Tests
It removes from our lives the word called ‘rest’
As time goes by you come to realize
Its no point to put up a guise
You should not be embarrassed
In accepting that you are harassed.
Howsoever be your endurance may
The elastic limit has the last say
You will end up in a fix
If you are pushed too much into the matrix.
-- Sergeant
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