Way in, way out
Single two days
Of blue collar
The dawn and death
Both don't have full
Full twenty four hours
As per routine schedule.
A moment is enough
To live or die
Or else to buy
Buy huge wealth
And also bricks of gold
But, can't buy-
A moment for life.
Nevertheless
Time is a great healer
Venture and dealer
Yielding an interest
Without catching hold
Of friction of a second
To subtract or add to life
Futile goes the trial-
To compromise with time.
Even though-
The time is measured
Measured in success
But, can't be compensated
In terms of kind or cash.
Loss of possession is no loss
But, life span once lost-
Can't be regained or recalled.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2017
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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