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When i was born,

i have seen people playing me around.

Kissing me softly, touching me gently

I felt proud to keep them busy, apparently.



When i grew up further,

All the attention turned towards my new born sister,

Though making me jealous, aching my heart

I grew up as a responsible big brother.



When i was ten,

I made a lot of childhood friends,

My world was with the sand and the sun,

Irritating the neighbors and plenty of fun.



When i grew up to fifteen,

I fell in love at first sight with a girl aged sixteen,

My dreams were full of fantasy,

Hard to control desires and ecstasy.



At the age of twenty,

A manly appearance dominated my personality,

Tried lots of girls to crash and lock,

End up with nothing but a laughing stock.



On the verge of twenty five,

Learned quickly how to thrive,

In this cruel world of competition,

Filled my life with full of determination.



When i was thirty,

achieved my goal in career but really became thirsty,

Of love that i was looking for last fifteen years,

Compelled me passing lonely nights in hidden tears.



After five years at thirty five,

Found someone special with whom i fantasize to spend my whole life,

We were dreaming of living happily ever after,

Thinking together of having lots of kids in future.

But would you call it a cruel irony of fate!!!

I lost my love in a terrible car-accident.



From then, until forty,

I was searching her face in every woman i met at any party,

Passing nights with them looking for the same pleasure

That i used to get when I was in love with her.



Finally, i reached to forty five,

Lying in a bed of hospital trying to survive,

Against disease i possess, people call it AIDS,

I was waiting for the death to embrace.

And started counting what I lost and gain

I found nothing except a glass of pain.



Then, suddenly, I heard a baby crying,

I suppose it was newly born and laughing

at the condition that i was experiencing,

He brought his mouth close to my ear and started whispering,

``I will not follow the footprint that you left behind.´´

I advised, ``Wish you best of luck but keep in mind

that you will never get a second chance in life to go rewind.''

With every last breath i was taking till the death,

They turned into deep sigh of my destined regret.



Thus, each day a life circle ends and another is created,

Among the 700 billion of people on our lovely little planet.