So late
days roll on
toils always
ties up life
feels no minute
aims at set goals
crosses thresholds
fights constantly
gets meek and feeble
peeps in to his past
finds him ran after
thinks what's left for him?
learns, but it's so late!
Placed: 3rd
Copyright © Patri Venkata Ramana | Year Posted 2023
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