Race
What this life full of competition,
A simple fault could result to miserable condition,
In the world's race of perfection,
Calmness and steadiness is no more a perception.
Be a part of this race,
Or apart from this race,
Either by yourself or others.
Oh the maker, please bless everyone some time for themselves,
To let live human and not machine,
Some time to stare and look at crazy and beautiful things.
Time is less to explore and ace the stage,
Fortunate get the pleasure of both,
Oh the maker, bless time to those unfortunates
Copyright © Vidhya Gosar | Year Posted 2023
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