When we lose our platform,
Fair-weather friends run away,
Good friends come to you,
The flashy catchy title flies away like wind,
The life which we have falls into pieces.
It also is the time to develope the inner power and skills,
The self recognition and self acceptance come to rescue,
Professional trainings come to strengthen our employability.
When our moment comes,
The platform will be ours again.
By CP
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