Survival has both happiness and misery,
To one person at a time.
Restless times, sleepless nights,
Countless hands of suffering,
Holds, presses the throat,
Every minute leads to pain.
Find the desires with lack of confidence;
I see inhuman activities all around,
The ruthless sacrifice of faith.
With pain and suffering,
I go to bed at midnight;
I see myself in the family yard
Looking forward to another good day.
The people around me depend on me,
I can't leave everything and run away,
So I carry on the journey of hardship.
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It's really a sad potery about the life🥺and many peoples facing the situation like this it's full of the tears