I’ve walked the path where pennies speak,
Where dreams are whispered, quiet, meek.
Each day a puzzle, missing parts,
Built with hope and broken starts.
A family’s weight upon my back,
Expectations carve their track.
I’ve felt the strain of mouths to feed,
Of love that pulls, but still, I lead.
Jobs come and go, they blur and blend,
Chasing time that seems to bend.
Between the hours, I lose my name,
Yet through the grind, I play the game.
Books untouched, yet lessons learned,
In every trial, resilience earned.
I’ve stumbled, yes, but never fell,
For every wound, a story to tell.
Though shadows stretch across my way,
I rise with every breaking day.
A journey etched with blood and strife—
This is the struggle, this is my life.
About the Creator
R.K Verma
Call me "Crazy Dragon"
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