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THE PASSING OF DAYS
Getting up to find myself,
On my own, nobody around,
Except God:
Inside me and outside me,
A light of a divine entity.
No soul to ask how I am,
Or how I would like to be.
Empty Cappuccino coffee cups,
And cigarette butts,
Tell their own story.
I try to fill my empty glass,
With mineral water and after that,
Fulfil my craving for a cup of tea.
But there is nobody,
To share these first moments with me...
The cellphone rings,
It is a call from my workplace,
I am asked to come,
As soon as I possibly can,
Loads of work to be done,
I am told.
There is no time for breakfast,
As I have to to get ready and run,
In a hurry...
Thus begins another day,
In my life's tiresome journey.
My children too have tasted,
A sip from the bitter dreg
of survival in this modern age.
Life will move on father, they say,
We have to toil all the way:
So, no matter how tired the legs,
Or the body as a whole,
The light within my being shines,
And rekindles an inner glow,
That energizes my soul,
Enabling me to carry on --
Onward, onward,
This is the passing of my days...
