Some Days Poem by Ronson fernando

Some days are well remembered,
while others less forgotten,
some like the morning sun
some as dark as midnight moon.

All are similar if calculated mathematically,
Many are lived as if they don't belong to us.
The days spent in sickness,
The hours spend recalling memories.

Of all the things that made us what we are,
Are more of people than days if we remember.
Times spent preparing for festivals,
Days realized above everything god played a imp role.

Many will come many will go like days,
which one is more yours, you have to decide.
Giving much importance to the non living clock,
We are only ticking and it's clock thats living.


Heart has become a place of jealousy, hatred & lifelessness,
It has become more of others day in my life than me in mine.