When the evening lamp glows
dispelling all obscurity
bringing comforts for all lives
exhilarating from tiredness
with desire for night's slumber
opiate the acceleration of life
my soul sinks into distant ocean
crossing all seas, mountains and valleys
for freedom of new life
asking myself if a day is reduced
from the span of my life
seeking the accountability
for all output of my life.
I assure myself for the rest
when I'd be able to exercise
with new hope, with rays
of tomorrow's each dawn, with
manifestation of new dream,
with new energy and enthusiasm.
I know, I won't be able
to count my all outputs
but tomorrow will count
all flexibility of my life.
my soul sinks into distant ocean crossing all seas, mountains and valleys................................beautiful poem enjoyed reading
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It is futile to count all our input and output. Facing tomorrow with hope, energy and flexibility is really the best option. Wonderful thoughts expressed beautifully. Serenity reflects in the glow of evening lamp.