Struggle of Life

Is anything made to be no hassle?
The rain comes after drizzling
The storm comes with the wind
Struggles of trees in windy storm
Tells nature needs an effort to stand

Full reflexes of baby in the womb
My outburst of loaded cry at birth
Even the struggles of being a man
Tells the world is not a bed of roses

Smile is a struggle to laugh
Work is a struggle to live
Nine months jail-fever
Is a struggle to multiply

I wait upon the day
Struggles will fade away!


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