Time, The Patron of Man

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By Ajay Moirangthem

I woke up in a new world,
with dreams being exagerated.
I started my short journey,burled
with a firm hold of fist, unfolded.
I cherrished, the lively days of yesterday.
Time being my patron reflector,
everyday I changed with time.
Everything was new and infantile.
Today I woke up from the day
And walked in front of a mirror.
I`m happy of what I have gained through time,
And I smile.

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