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 © | Year Posted 2023

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May Avatar
December 27, 2023 at 3:03 PM
Congrats on your win Patri Very nicely penned
Venkata Ramana Avatar
December 27, 2023 at 11:31 PM
Thank you so much for the compliments.
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