I do not know who I am
But I know, I am a poor disabled porter
My life is made only for others better
I understand I am the god's creature
But I always have empty pitcher
My life is like a burning candle
This is always counted in bundle
Oh! I am the candle that burns only for others
But about itself never bothers
My life is like a sold flower
This is without strength and power
Only for others which blooms
But being itself uncared it dooms
I am a man who is always in rag
I seem like a wrinkled leather bag
Because I work hard for a little joy
My poverty has made me like children's toy
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- "Several difficulties we encounter with in the priceless life, however the real aphorism is to move forward with stead or fast attempts to reach the aspiration."Hi! We are the twins, borne on November 11 within a difference of ten minutes. We are the residents of Kathmandu, Nepal. We believe in proficiency in life and never compromise with the complexities of it. Our hobbies are writing, singing and watching movies. Unknowingly we have the similar likes and dislikes. We think that our writings contribute a little to the people to freshen up their memories. We believe in our own potential and innate goodness so, we look with hope to the horizon of today because we live for today. We are not necessarily teens, but retain the euphoria of being one. Live in different locations, but are tied by a united purpose - the purpose of expressing ourselves despite all odds. Things we post here were written years ago and have been typed verbatim. We seek to stay as TeenTwin for now.
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