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The Scars of Experience

Once he crawled onto a bus of goods,
Which took him deep inside the woods.
Everyone thought he must've died out of innocence,
But he returned with his scars of experience.

Once he saw a girl being bullied,
And stood firmly when all the bullies allied.
The bullies fled giving a threat of vengeance,
While he smiled with his scars of experience.

Once he was sharing his lunch with the orphans,
Who then robbed him showing loaded guns.
After being punished for his lenience,
All that left in his pockets were scars of experience.

Once he got cheated by his partners in a business plan,
Everyone laughed at him, called him a foolish man.
After being declared a loser by the audience,
He stood up winning his scars of experience.

—Balshree Adityaa Wagh
16 MAY 2016


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