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Best is yet to Arrive

“That pleasant winter breeze which used to blow through the top of the trees.

The flow that used to change its name with the change of season

Was the reason for me to hate the people's changing nature

Though the mood of the world has always been unpredictable

Hence there's no question of being so quizzical

Because it showed an individual’s nature of being finagle

All through my life I've tried to be stable

And that's the reason I have been a person who has never been fabled

Thought of being unsuccessful never allowed me to settle

Then trying for subtle ways to complete the mission

The mission of a boy who gave up his joy to prove the critics wrong just as a brave Troy

The years passed by and the task was still not completed

Some old person then approached and informed him not to feel cheated

Just continue the good work on and the name fame you earn will be world wide known….”
  
          -Pushkin Channan

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