A Lot Of Misery

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You brought the misfortune and lot of misery I was brought to penniless condition devoid of money It was never the same situation as before I was thinking of it seriously therefore Was it my bad luck or failing stars? Was my destiny shaped from too far? What had it to do with falling standard? What precaution was to be taken from the start? I think my over ambition was all that responsible Some of the circumstances were totally enforceable They could have been avoided without much problem The greed and desire was emanating from the stem There is no end to wishful thinking and desire I am firm holder of the views and never admire Still it occupies in the life as main interest We are going after it and try for the best It may not succeed at all as desired It may stand in vain and misfired All calculations may go wrong You will find it difficult to go along Had been living in contended position? There should have been altogether different proposition It was not at all difficult to sustain the drawbacks The things might have been improved after initial setbacks One should not blame the situation or circumstances We are the creator of our own doing in the presence We must remain within our own limitations and act There is no other recourse to for it and react It may come to you if it was really meant for you This is, to some extent, very much very true It is not coming to anybody without great efforts They must not only maintain good relations but rapports also

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