by Kritika Bhatia
life's so busy these days,
you get an off only on Sundays.
there are so many targets to achieve,
new dreams are to be weaved.
there is so much of commotion on the streets,
everyone rushes home,
after the day is over,
their whole day spent in office, on them, begins to hover.
no time for pals and kins,
our life becomes like a bed of pins,
where you will bleed a lot,
but your feet will not stop.
never neglect your loved ones,
no matter how busy you are,
they are the ones who will look after you,
even after the world has drifted apart.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I love writing poetries and articles. I have made writing as a passion. I want to become a journalist in future. Some of my articles have got published in the Inbox section of Hindustan Times. I am looking forward to publishing my poetries and articles.
Last updated February 16, 2014