Life is a validity card with ample of desires,
The only one who sits above knows when it expires.
Suppose only 50 years of life is destined for
You,
2500 weekends is what is left with you.
Fluttering of the sparks, reason still undefined,
Secrets of life are very hard to find.
Let's wake up rejuvenated with each sun new,
2500 weekends is what is left with you.
Disappointment is the grandmother,
Frustration follows as her sister another.
Escape from them without leaving a clue,
2500 weekends is what is left with you.
Let not failure you deep,
Don't let it make u an odd black sheep.
Uniqueness and usefulness all starts with U(you),
2500 weekends is what is left with you...
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