Bikramjyoti Kashyop (5 -8-1989 / sivsagar)
Time goes by so Slowly,
It drifts into space,
We wake up in the morning then Night comes by infront of your eyes,
I've always wondered where all my time has gone,
Into the new year,
Into my Mind,
Time, Just and emotional thought that keeps us all late or on time,
O why did someone invent a such a dreadful thing,
We all know that we dread time,
Every single one of us,
It keeps us late,
Or perfectly on Time,
What's with it,
Do you love it? Or hate it?
So many decisions,
So little time.
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