Like always the World is Bright and Beautiful
For the World around me.
Salary getting credited to the account
Is felt in ATM access/internet access
In numbers adding my bank balance.
The time is running out of my life
Without my eyes witnessing
The changing world, moving life
Not even the Days with the Sun Rays.
Natural wind had not caressed my hair;
Smiling faces had not crossed my eyes;
Yearning still for the wonderful days
Lost in distress
By the Road that was taken
that eventually changed my life style.
Feels like
Feels like
Missing a job is
Not that much sad
Than Missing my poems,
Missing my paintings,
Missing my articles,
Missing my health n’
Missing my smile.
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