A yearly time marker indicating my dead line
Urges me to put myself on the line
Urges me to put myself on the line
Crawling through life at snail’s pace
No where did I reach in terms of life’s taste
Infected by the mundane stupidity to count the infinite
I ended up every time reaching the finite
Many a years have I wasted in this time line
Until he graced me with his trick of making oneself a zero below the line!
Pranams
Isha Volunteer