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Forever never comes
Because it started since yesterday
And today was tomorrow, yesterday
You see how the days refuse to stay! 
.
You ask the color of time 
'tis a canvas blank as snow
Awaiting destiny's imprint 
Like blood red flow 
.
Silence is a melody 
Sweet as a nightingale's 
Clear as a midnight rainbow 
Piercing as a daytime star 
.
Have you ever dreamt fluffy soft dreams 
Better, have you ever been in love
That is how it feels 
To be in the clouds  
.
Worries fall like leaves in autumn 
Joy drops upon your cheeks
Filling you with happiness 
Making you want to dance in the rain 
.
Roots, remind us of who we are
Help us stay strong 
Despite the gushing winds 
And life's unending struggles 
.
The cock's crow is proof 
Of undaunting manliness 
While the hen's silence is proof 
Of nurturing resilience 
.
Shades and mask do not last forever 
Each must account 
The persona always emerges 
When we face reality 
.
Tears are sign of strength 
For that heart that sheds 
Is like a good sponge 
And not a hardened glass 
.
Oranges or apples
Milk or meat 
All are delicious and sweet 
And a blessing to taste and eat.
.
So enjoy these moments of life 
Worry not over daily strife
Just be patient; apply moderation 
And you'll be fine. 
.
Haidarwali

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