OCTOBER LEAVES: DAY 30, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, OUR LIFE SIMPLY PASSES BY.....

Life moves towards a  meaningless bay,

We rush, run  for a  pleasure by any way,

We may disappear on a fine moment,

Somewhere at the beginning of a dawn.

Or at the end of the autumn of a dusk,

Mid-night has become unending slumber.

Our life simply passes by unfulfilled.

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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