Days fly fast in the material world;
All work as machines mechanically
Watching and running with time
Whether we succeed or not ever!
There is no chance for natural feeling
To understand value of love or kind
Gestures, words and acts that affect
Our life both for good and joy sure!
What is the use of life sans feeling
That inspires and transforms one
From lowest level to a high status,
But just as a mechanical Creature?
Apart from a mechanical routine
Time for natural life makes a human!
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