Privilege Nishant GangBetter, blogging, Poem, Poet, poetry, Positivity, Power, thoughts, wise3 Comments Most of us are made the same, But only a few leave a mark. While we play, they design the game, With signatures nothing less of a hallmark. Irrelevant of their fields, irrelevant of their nations, Irrelevant of their culture, language or even traditions, Was their methods. Unique that they became success’s definition. Every great being was his/her own competition. So a fast one is late and a slow one is on time, Or a strong one is fake and a lean one fights crime, Or the orator brags while the silent rhymes, Ordinary people walk but the greats climb. Most of us were made the same, But only they left their mark. While we looked at others game, To humanities privilege, they added their spark. Share this:TwitterFacebookWhatsAppTumblrPinterestLinkedInRedditTelegramLike this:Like Loading... Related
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