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Life mocked her

She tried and tried to be loved,
But failed infinite times painfully,
Waited for ages to get noticed,
But died a thousand deaths.

Is it the end of the long journey?
That never was a pleasant ride,
Hundreds of excuses for kisses,
Wasted days and years in wait.

Time mocked her endlessly,
As she succeed to stay alive,
Carrying her heavy heart,
Still strong for a journey!

Kavitha Patchamalai

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I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST