By Anant Preet.
I have no wings, But I still can fly,
My life is full of brutal truth and lie.
I have no light, But I still can shine,
My life is bitter- sweet like a sip of wine.
I have deep pain, But I still won’t cry,
My eyes are wet and sometimes dry.
I have no reason, But I still can smile,
My story goes on like the river Nile.
I have some friends, Both real and fake,
But the bond endures without any break.
I have a little anger, But I’m not cruel,
All the good and bad are in endless duel.
I have lost the game, But I still won heart,
My life is complicated like a piece of great art.
I have no foe, But friends with knife,
That’s why it turned to be The Irony of My Life!