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A story called life

They say, look! she has mellowed,
Wrinkles have marked her glowing skin.
I wonder, have I?
I place myself before a mirror
I meet an odd looking person
A sigh escapes my lips which curls in the wind
The wind, chokes my wits.
So, it's begun. I have aged.
But I have wishes still in the cage
Which got subdued due to my rage
It's time I think, I turn the page.
For rhyme, rhyme as I fathom
Isn't life alone.
Life gives jolts enough to drive wits away,
Enough to curb what we used to be.
If only, I could go back in time,
If only, I knew what it meant to live,
If only, I knew what life had in store.
This, this is how we let our life pass,
Repenting on the deeds which we happily chose to rush.
Life, now has bought dismal tidings to its shore.
Isn't it time, we started living,
Isn't it time, we stop repenting,
Isn't it time, enough to make us believe
If anything that we can do is now alone.
We can write each new day, a story called life.

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