I am always here yet
You see me not
You overlook me, in fact
You have wasted me
I am gem yet
You don’t cherish me
O why you only give eyes
On me when the end comes?
You murmur, saying
Hours elapse too fast,
And days come late
Now, you are in a hurry
Chasing the fading seconds.
Happy persons treasure me
That’s why they enjoy the days
They feel and hear me
From the very start.
So the end is not a hurry
But a great accomplishment.
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