Treasure Island

TD. Kumar


Today is the first day
Today is the last day
A paradox?
But a truth blooms, in every search 'Today'!

Today is the first day of life yet to come
first day is to celebrate and welcome
To plan the life -time left
Play hundred percent to get the best outcome.

On the first day, there is no time to be lazy
Sad, sick and crazy
Sow the seeds of love, friendship and mission,
A golden day, a field full of daffodils and daisy.

Today is the last day of a Bygone Age
for gratitude, forgiveness and farewell
we may be just a breath away, to quit the stage
to complete and some up our life's works, to leave a mark, an ongoing trail.

Today is the last and first day
There is no time for hatred or settling a score
It is to mine the golden ore
each 'Today' is an exciting luminous day.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 12, 2012

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