Time
Time has no limit,
do we know where it ends?
Today a new one breathes,
and his new life begins,
but some where else someone fights,
to live, to breathe, to survive,
but finally he loses, he dies,
his soul now wanders in the universe,
to come back he may or may not averse,
But the transformation of time,
he cannot escape,
time gives us new shapes,
we exist as humans on earth,
we traverse as souls,
we stay as memories in hearts,
and one day we again start,
in the form of a new life we begin,
this time, finite or infinite,
we only know the days and nights,
its only the transformation,
that i can understand,
yet there are different notions,
of this thing called time.
yamini
YaMiNi's Blog 
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