Life At Its Best - Poem by Manoj Kyan
Inch by inch I savor the day,
From dawn to dusk into the fray.
Ever enthused by the distant ray,
I flee like a bird making hay.
Donning a face to each day's play,
Carving new paths for my own way.
Marching heavens its all gay......
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