From the first cry to the time we die
Some days we fall apart, and on the others, we fly
Learning to walk by holding others’ hands
Going to school and making new friends
No hurt. No cry. Only happiness and fun
Years pass, and childhood is done
Passing the teenage is a sign of the start of tension
Some days are gold while others bring pain as pension
The burden of career and responsibilities suppresses happiness.
Some experiences break, and others are filled with the craziness
Life promotes with the entry of a partner
A new soul is born, and you are the gardener
The juggling between work and family is a daily routine
To enjoy the life and make every day count, you are always keen
Time travels and comes the last days of the life
With a bundle of memories, it ends, and you finally die.
By- Vineeta Ahilani
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