It Is Hard.

It is hard,

To eat a piece of bread,

Which is toasted to its core,

Burnt on the both sides.

It is hard,

To sing a song which is made with metallic width.

It is hard,

To say “Good morning”,

When sleep still falls asleep,

And you fill it is good night.

It is hard,

To make dough,

To sustain,

Though to make dough it is easy,

But the one which matters is quite hard.


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