Living Today
The days are laden with a mixture of joy and sorrow
The days give the hope and the exalt of tomorrow
While at the same time
They keep swaying to the tunes of life
The tunes singing that
Tomorrow does never come
And even if it does,
Tomorrow does meet with its end
Or with an unexpected twist
Causing us all to bear the very weight of life
On our shoulders
While we do carry the burden of our crosses!
Somehow, don't we wish we could paint our lives
The way we would want it to be
Don't we wish we could simply opt to act out
Or change roles, as we would deem it fit
Pray, life, in the very end,
Remains a Mighty Goddess
Giving us no choice
But tempting us with the hope and the exalt
With which she is imbibed of!
Pray, of what use is waiting for tomorrow
Best it is to swallow the sorrow
And build up the exalt
By living that which is today!
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