A fresh morning wid a dew on the ground
Little grass is growing one level up towards the sun
But my day starts wid a thought
"il I live today??? Will I see the moon tonight??"
The terror feeling covers my confidence wid in..
Then I remember my mothers words
"mauth sabko Ani hai kon usse chota hai tu fana nahe hoga ye khayal jhoota hai .."
I collect all my scattered confidence n build a wall of inner power .
And face the problems n fight to gain victory ....
