One life — enough, yet rarely clear,
We spend it tuning what’s already here.
Struggles are private, yet strangely shared,
Each burden ripples — someone cared.
Perfection tempts, but never stays,
It veils the truth in brighter rays.
Why failure, why fear, why endless strive —
Perhaps that’s how we learn to be alive.
© Irfan Suhrawardy.
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