Awestruck at the mystery of nature’s strange plays
I realized distance in time is not even a second away
Yet everything seems to be at distance in space
Is this the gimmicks portrayed by mental aberration?
Or, is it an anomaly in nature’s endless evolution?
Rippling senses rooting the grips to the world
Grasping everything living and dead in greedy mood
Yet, contentment remains between the divides of soul
Filled with hatred and fears in an endless greedy battle.
Fleeting moments disappear unto eternal winks
So swift everything goes unto dungeon oblivious
Today-tomorrow-yesterday are all but plays
In nature’s gaily rhythms of daily dreams.
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be
Birthday passes away with wishes and gifts
My breathes as usual I thread with grace
Always allow a silent brisk walk inside our minds
I pray we cease to be with the gripping desires
When the moment comes let us be freed
In the embrace of the power divine, forever.
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