oh…the time just flies like anything
the train of the months passes with a zing
the beads of dates change in second
the unit of time quite hard to be reckoned
the sprint towards the death is faster
the changing calendars spelling disaster
every year flaunts and runs away fast
how long will this weakening body last?
what for we have ascended on this earth?
what is the real motive of this birth?
where is the peace for this wandering soul?
what is our mission, what is our goal?
yesterday we were kids now we are parenting them
and soon tomorrow our kids will be the parents
the shift in the roles is sweet though sore
we keep moving till the edge and more
till we are out of this game of existence
and then, there will neither be presence nor absence