The title itself gives negative vibes
Worst for those with weak tensile
Here everyone desires to be a dab hand and paramount
Engrossed in the competitiveness
Our real selves peter out
Imagine if we guys had tags
Like handle with care
That was visible to all and mirror
Then on edge we would be rare
Why are we expected to be ten on ten
Until when?
It is like going through the mill
Leading to suicides
Healthy competition has come to
a still
It is the root of ample crimes
Even under these tough times
If You manage to outshine
Will regret deep inside
Instead of the rat race
Could have utilised the time
I wonder when will we cotton on this issue
Really wish your hard work to bear fruit
Adapt a healthy attitude
Pursue your instincts
Not of others ,dude
Resist to change
Will be struggling forever
But in vain
Pause and pore over
Be yourself don't try to be a whiz
I bet success will kiss your feet
And your mission accomplished.
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