From known to unknown we walk
Knowing little what awaits us
At the end of the journey.
Scattered like wild flowers
Are the experiences
To be gathered as we cross.
O ! Yet ,how blind we are
Crying over what we lost
Failing to recognize what we learnt.
Let 's pick up beautiful lessons
For loss and win are traitors.
They never settle with anyone.
@Binita Jha
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