Soon
the dew started falling
As
darkness prevails over the earth
Each
one is preparing to call it day
From
the strenuous busy of the day
Soon
everywhere became vacant
Is
midnight already?
As the
eyes gazed towards the clock
Only
the thick tack of the clocks
Is
clearly and loudly hard right from the distant
Where
the clock was…night after midnight
Of
what use was the day
As our
heart sends out her
Heart
searching questions to our brain
As we
try everything to answer the puzzles
Yeah!
is true what have I really achieve today?
Did it
went just like the other days
That
have lived in the past wondering away
In wantonness
and aimless frivolities of venture
From
one pillar of street to another
Till
the dusk came with less to nothing to show for it
It was
a beautiful day
So
will say at the beginning of the day
When
it all started and so we thought
We had
so much time ahead in the day
There’s
still time not until night falls
Oh!
How time flies we say
When
we saw it all coming…night after midnight
Of
what have we done with it here face with night?
Has
today gone away in fruitless venture
Has it
been able to add to our skills, talents and ability?
In
preparedness of the future
The
future belongs to the one
Who
got the best use of each day as it comes
Tomorrow
will never be useful to that one
Who squanders
off today in laziness and idleness
When
your night comes of how will it meets you?
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