Kanti lost his job on a rainy day, the email brief and cold. Fear gripped him, but hope whispered louder. He kept a routine, waking early, learning new skills, and reaching out to people. Rejections came often, yet he treated each as a lesson, not a defeat. To survive, he freelanced, saving every penny. Slowly, confidence relaxed doubt. One interview finally felt different, honest, earned. Weeks later, an offer arrived, better than before. Kanti smiled, realizing the struggle had reshaped him. He hadn't just found work again; he had found resilience, purpose, and a future brighter than he imagined truly.
Ray of light far from sight All his need is a caring feed A place to sleep, a blanket to keep - the despodent waif Warm and safe Cruel men see the poor one plead, Emptiness filled hearts hesitant to share a part. On the pavement's corner sits this lad a bit. Weak and pale telling his tale None hear Do they feign fear? Hoping - is all he could do for some fresh hot stew Every passer-by down the lane Ignore this guy and all his pain Why is this scene not wiping off my brain Serene it Remains Revives time and again As I sit by the window of the train.
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