No time

“Sometimes words which you wrote or read years ago, stands so true even at the very present moment and bear a drastic similarity of the time which stands still between the past and present, carrying the eternal truth of life, which we fail to see in this ever going race. Same is the case when I read “Leisure” by William Henry Davis.

Paying a little tribute to the legend in my words.”

Hustle, Bustle, Jostles of Life
No time to wait and enjoy the Life.
No time to impart a lightening smile
May be it be the only sunshine.
No time to hold a toddlers arm
And make them run on the right path.
No time to say few winning words
Nor to stop and see, why one cries?
What is this Life, for none to heed;
Born Work Die, for this we live?

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