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Counting Time

By Sejal Garg


Counting like a ticking bomb,

Every second marches on.

From end to start,

Framing moments is an art.


Choosing goals, compiling together,

Working hard, striving forever.

A vain life is as good as dead,

Or so a wise saint once said.


Life flees without a feel,

Being busy is true zeal.


By Sejal Garg

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