The World Is Running Out Of Time


The days are rushing by
Leaving no option to turn around the time by
Everything is mashing and smashing out of order
Leaving a relinquished agony in the heart
That aches more when thought about the past….
I wanna run along the time
But perhaps running out of time
There’s no time even to breathe
No time even to preach and teach…..
The world is running out of time
Time to shower love on the beloved relations
Time to spend with friendly relations
With the moving and speeding technologies
The world is leading to starvation
The starvation of love and time to spend with the relations…
Everyone is rushing out there to achieve something
Sometimes that something for self
Sometimes that something for the shelves…
But can anyone pause to ponder that these things merely matter?????
They only matter with the existence and get buried even in the memories….
Come on people
O people of the world try to spend good time with the people you love and care
For life is always day by day running out of time
Nearing to be buried in the mud and memories…
World get up and express and shower the love and care
Because know that world is running out of time….

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