We have so many pleasantries in our heart of hearts; yet no time to enjoy.
In this world moving through the day and night, we have no time to live.
We still feel the warmth of mother and her lullabye rings in the ears.
Still we have no time call on her with all our love.
We have killed all our links; yet no time to bury them away.
Have all the addresses of friends, well-wishers and whatnot in our
mobile safe; yet no time to say a n humble hallo!
Why life is so hollow?
Why worry about others, when we have no time to think of selves
Eyes are tired for a deep slumber; yet no time for a wink.
Heart is full of wounds; yet no place for a healer.
In this rat race of dollers quest;
we have no time for a moment"s rest.
Leave alone about others; we have no time
for our own dear dreams.
Life! What shall we say about this life;
The man, who dies every moment, has no time to live.
Monday, June 22, 2009
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