Times
Times
I like my past self,
Nothing to worry.
Do I have a past self,
That I don't worry?
Yeah, Reality changed me to become
Mature at the age of twelve.
Twelve is a sweet number,
Who explore wonders.
Not like me, A kite that stuck,
In huge branches of trees.
When the wind get harder,
The kite got teared by the sharpness.
Time changes I got older, matured,
Understanding.
Here everyone knows me,
Everyone likes me,
Children loves me.
Here I stand in front of the mirror.
Who is this?
The face looks old,
Wrinkles and patches.
White hair, blurring sight.
Do time moved fast or
I tend to realise slower.
Time Changes
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24-Jan-2024 08:11 AM
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23-Jan-2024 02:47 PM
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23-Jan-2024 07:55 PM
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23-Jan-2024 02:15 PM
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Beshrin Basheer
23-Jan-2024 07:55 PM
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