Putting myself in someone else's shoes

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There are few days in life

full of all sorts of strife

 

A mix of banters of laughter

A line of grim assaulter

 

Hardly do I know the way to go

To raise head or to bow

 

There is a list of task to be done

A series of things to get undone

 

I am seriously confused

I am mused, why I never refused

 

God only knows, what’s in store

But, please don’t make me to abhor

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