We don't have time.
As we run with the
routine of life.........
we forget to see
the passers with pain...
We never like to miss that minute wasted
on a human being who expect
a "hello"
He will die.....
as dry leaves fall on ground,
as figs die in autumn,
We as usual shed a few drops of tears...
And gaze upon life with the same passion..
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