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A poem by Samyak Shah

The end of it all

Was a problem free life

But when problems got over

I realized I hadn't at all lived the life

Chasin' the dreams

Was all that I had wished for

So that peace could prevail

But now the noise seems uncalled for

The end of it all

Worthy of everything

And yet I stand here

Feeling as if I deserve nothing

Chasin' the deadlines

Bogged by the pressures of it

Feels like a treadmill run

'coz I ain't getting nothing for it