The weight of those earned memories
Has overgrown – that hurts me not;
The feeling of how less memories
I can create, in the days left,
Scares me though!
The bounteous love from the kindred souls
Has engulfed me – that builds me;
The dismay of how less I can love
The deprived ones in return, in the days left,
Aches me though.
A bigger chunk of this selfish life
Has been lived well – that cheers me up;
The fear of how less I can commit
To make others live better, in the days left,
Dreads me though!
The ocean of learning that Life offers
Has been traversed through –
That uplifts me;
The alarm of how less I can learn,
In the days left,
Sends shivers down my spine though!
The magnificence of Life's canvas
Has infused myriad colours
Into my wearied soul – that delights me;
The sense of how less I can
Savor these colours, in the days left,
Grieves me though!