My own

In last one year
Sometime, I wept
Some time I cried
As a result, I realized
How to live the life;
I realized, success is overrated
That’s why I am hated
Now I don’t care
What other think
I will do,
What ever I feel whole hearted.
I realized, life is short
I will do what ever want
No need to keep doing what others like
Hold your own torch light
What is the point of keeping fight?
Time is few
I have to choose path right.