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The dawn for rest never arrives,
The dusk for errands never dies,
Timely running time always flies,
Deadly deadlines always shine.
Camera of world refuses to click,
The picture of exactly who you are,
All the angles of lens are adjusted,
Printing a picture that world demands.
Amidst the eclectic ethos,
One can’t adjourned the equanimity,
Bear the weight of heavy doubts,
And find the answers solely.
The genesis of self is re-born,
To steer the quotient of life,
Crawling over a crowed path,
That runs with the ever running time.
copyright aditi kochhar
(photographer : aditi kochhar)
