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The time gasping years

As the holy fruit sways away from the hand,

It reminds me of my present childhood.

Barely one say they can take the load;

But, I feel there is still to glance upon

The horrors we face come in night as dreams

The jubilant dreams we have gives us an appealing breeze

But friend time is not a joke they say

But I wonder why?

Is it due to fear and adversities of adults?

Or is it because of our mischief

They say you will be in a well if you do not concentrate

I wonder why it is so.

When we cry out of scoldings, they say

My boy, the world has not ended yet

And more things are about to come up

Time goes on but boy do not leap out in distress

As Holy Father will hear your pleas

And grant you the fruit of divinity