We don't know whats running in our head,
With the same dilemma , We go to bed,
In the struggle for butter and bread,
We have started living a different thread.
They say there's light at the end of the tunnel,
But we slipping through an endless funnel,
Solving many a trouble,
We've gone very feeble.
In Life's journey the place you long remain unseen,
Of all the places , that's the one that you dream,
We wish we could visit it by a detour,
And that brings on his face a contour.
With the same dilemma , We go to bed,
In the struggle for butter and bread,
We have started living a different thread.
They say there's light at the end of the tunnel,
But we slipping through an endless funnel,
Solving many a trouble,
We've gone very feeble.
In Life's journey the place you long remain unseen,
Of all the places , that's the one that you dream,
We wish we could visit it by a detour,
And that brings on his face a contour.
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