Can't be-
Fair to thy heart
Honest to thy soul
Mindfully so mindful
To the purity of mind
Responsibly responsible
To wholesomeness of thyself?
Doing something today
Learning from past-self
Marching into the future
Future will be thankful for.
Daring until, fearing for-
As a servant or a slave of time
Working out, awaking to arise.
Life, being a beautiful lie
And death a painful truth
As bitter as truth itself.
Remembering-
As a child we used pencil
But, now using dark ink-pens
Because, all childhood mistakes
Getting erased, but not as of aged.
Time never waits for-
A perfect moment to arrive
Just, take a moment making it perfect.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2019
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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