I asked time to hire , those golden carefree days for me,
The days of innocent smile,
No caste and creed to judge,
No responsibilities attached,
All day fun and play,
Trying to catch the glittery rays,
Finally when gets tired,
mother's womb is hired,
For a sweet slumber...
Alas! time moves at its own pace,
Not letting me to hire ,
those golden days of mine
But, Impelling me to a place of null and void...
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