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Toughness of the way

Destination, itself it’s lights scatters.
Toughness of the way not a bit matters.

Forefathers, for this trait, may feel proud,
I avoid the path adopted by crowd.

A road downtrodden, l won’t take.
Footprints, with all caliber myself make.

Wherever Skill aims, the target gets hit.
Norms of circumstances count not a bit.

Neither deal in lies not fake admire,
Though I know, flattery may yield empire.

Humble are few, hostile are many,
I won’t like to hurt ego of any.

Even a foe’s bowed head, I don’t expect,
May everyone retain their self respect.

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