the moment you finish your dream,
you wake up without a grin,
you brush, you bath, you take tea,
and you shift to your routine without a glee.

you sit in the bus and open your documents,
and recheck where to improve and make amends.
you reach your office & sit on your desk,
and start another day without any time to waste.

the day ends without a bliss,
not even realising what had you missed.
you missed the morning sunshine,
that played hide and seek with the grapevine.

you missed the smile your wife had on you lips,
when she gave you tea and a few biscuits.
you missed the winds that tickled your skin,
when you were in the bus, being document keen.

dear, life is beautifyl and so is this world,
take some time out to notice its worth,
for when you will grow grey , having lived forever,
you may not have too many moments to remember.

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