Congratulations on the quarter life!

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Oh the girl who has taken the Mother Ganges name,
The girl who has gathered 25 years worth of past,
The life which frustrates you with highs and lows,
Cross it with Sarcasm, oh girl!

People say “not like this, not like that”,
And they say “Nope. Not gonna happen”,
They offer senseless reasons and mindless reasoning
But you don’t get stuck in those loops, oh girl!

The life gets washed away in time,
With it’s zigzag turns;
But you choose to spend the time
Slowly, relaxedly and
Happily, oh girl!

Don’t hurry, oh girl;
Don’t worry, oh girl;
Don’t be sad that 
Old age is looming, oh girl!

With the laziness, the memory loss,
Knee pain and tooth pain,
We all have been old
Since many years, oh girl!

Just forget things, oh girl;
Forget yourself, oh girl;
Just yawn it off, oh girl;
Eat it off, oh girl.

Have a feast, oh girl;
With waffles, oh girl;
Live long oh girl;
Score a century, oh girl!




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