Time is like wheel.
Runs very quickly.
On roads of
Good and bad factors.
Today I am human.
Tomorrow I may be God.
Or may be ghost.
Principal of a college said.
In his lecture at annual gathering.
We are all staying in jail.
Time machine is like that.
Brightens different segments of life.
Here and there.
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