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The time’s wheel is charged with speed
The eras like picture flash
All civilizations, culture, creed
Down they go, turning trash.
The chariot in eternal desert sail
Inhale-exhaling all souls mime
Infinite life cannot be trailed
Save the life’s valuable time.
Birth and death, forever destined
Time separates the two
The beginning and end are governed by Him
The middle part for us is due
Hurry up it’s time!
Be happy in what you owe
Waiting long may become a crime.
Indomitable doom will gift us woe.
Abha Sharma
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Pushkar Bisht (6/6/2008 7:07:00 AM)
All civilizations, culture, creed are giving us nothing except trash. We only confine ourselves into it. We should break all the barriers of the society because it stops us to help others when they are in a fix. Brotherhood is our culture, Our humanity is our civilization, love and peace are our creed. |
Bob Gibson (5/24/2008 2:26:00 AM)
Do not wallow in self pity or wonder where life went wrong
do not waste your time on yesterday, today you must be strong
life is for the living, we can't turn back the clock
to dwell on our misgivings is like a tick without a tock |
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