A Little Struggle, A Little Gain
If poverty dwells your wallet
You could change its address,
May it never seize you heart
Else there'd be none left to caress.
Never betray someone trusted
Rather vent out all your hate
Life could get barren and dusted
With shaded lies, don't you animate.
Stop damaging with all your anger
Seeds of poison may bury you down
Worry would never cease a danger
Fright not when you're alone in town.
Fate sisters only favor those,
Who've endured all the pain.
Let karma cement all cracks and hollows
Life's a little struggle, a little gain.
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Anuj Mahadik
"Creativity is contagious, let it poison you." Says this 22 year old artist and poet from Mumbai, India who doodles, scribbles and clicks during his wanderlust travels across the country while exploring Heavy Metal festivals and Marijuana plantations alike. He is in a complicated relationship with his Epiphone Viola Bass, a true classic beauty! According to him, cooking is a stress buster, kittens are therapy and dark chocolate is a medicine :)
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