Lifeclock
Life is like the hand of a wall clock.
God himself adorns and makes it unlock.
it constantly rotates in the blocked circle.
Noisy days bury its day long howl.
sleepless night unfold its untold talk.
Dead silence says how much acute its sound of tick-tock.
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