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Hurdles and Grails

When things go wrong,

and I can’t wait long,

I often wonder, where do I belong?

When questions arise,

I am instructed to compromise,

and see my dream’s demise.

I refuse to settle for this,

as I aspire to procure my bliss.

I want to wine and dine with passion,

forget about fashion,

and create compassion.

~Palak Arora

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Mountains coached me to write.

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