STORYMIRROR

Amit Sirmanwar

Abstract

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Amit Sirmanwar

Abstract

Time Magic

Time Magic

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Someday, we all will lose what we cherish

That threatens the man who scares to perish

Someday, I shall forget what made me happy

But, that bothers to the man who loves litany


I only want you, if you make me feel alive

In this life, to the infinity, I want to thrive


In some time, you shall be unknown to what used to be me

Otherwise, when you'll be dead everyone else will be


Time is like a magic machine

We'll be forgotten as we were never

been


Every day, I get hate as something new

That hurts to the man who knows things few

Definitely, then yours, someone will do better

But, that shakes the man who can't try harder


You only want me, so I can feed you happiness

At some time, every man needs to count his days


It is good to suffer now, than next time

So, next time you'll worth at least a dime


Time is like a magic screen

It forgets all the things we've seen


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