Its high time

  • I’ve had share my losses,which gone no longer come true…am done with all the whys and becauses.brooding over futile things ll be of no good to u …dwelling upon the past ll certainely of no use..gonna the days when salty droplets rolling on cheeks brought all the wishes….when mom with her own hand fed dishes….tears were about to roll, her hands were there to catch the tear..with passage of time no one treats u with care..with the callous nature of people lone all the adversity have to bare…in the world’s broad field of battle.. be not the dumb,driven cattle..dont aback if no body seems to care ,the sancity will wash away your longing. better to tear out else ll be missing..some time no second chances,no time outs & no next time,its now or never…smell the aura of your hardwork on the beaches of success,beware of the grusome seashore ready to wash out dreams forever…