Every man has his way
And only through it, has his say
Pay heed, whatever the knock be
But taste just your own cup of tea
There are just two ways every problem is fought
The way that’s yours and the way that’s not
Take the former, and you will never be at fault
A crystal stream gushes and runs, unperturbed
But when joined by even a clear one, is swayed and disturbed
Complaints, gibes, criticism, come what may
Chin up with pride, atleast you did it your own way
Worry not, about the right or the wrong
Face the music, after all its your own song
Imitation is a static liquid
The drop that you are is indistinct and insipid
Be the stream of uniqueness
You are there sparkling, whenever it pushes against in stress
It’s a studded path, pick them up or throw them away
You are right, when its your way
Where there is your will there is your way
And where there is your way, you have your say.
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