Become An Ace

Mornings are chill 
Still No feel of ill. 
Day is erratic. 
It's Nature's tactic.  
Evenings are hazy 
But not becoming lazy. 
Nights are cool , yet suffocating.  
Nothing in our hands except relocating, 
Mold situationally 
If not conditionally 
But relatively. 

It's the psyche that makes difference.
If It's in line 
If It's process is on line 
It's the soma that acts in sequence 
To face any consequence 
To be in pace 
In the worlds of change 
To make us as an ace
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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