My aim

My aim

·   Aayush Ghimire 

  All men play the game,

  But only for their name.

  Rose is red, sky is blue.

 Who can solve the clue?

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                                                          I don't know how come future?

                                                          That also don't know the teachers.

                                                         Future comes like a season,

                                                        How can go this big confusion?

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We all confused in our aim,

No answer with them.

 I don't know of other,

But do know my own future.      

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God only knows the aim,

So, I have common aim.

All will know my name & fame,

Yes, this is my real aim.  

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