All the days of the year,
is going to pass away soon.
For every smile and a tear,
is nothing but Almighty's boon.
Year garlanded like flowers,
to make up beautiful days.
We work, we suffer - all ours,
He listens to all who prays.
Twelve months and the seasons,
will pass and again come by.
This flavour is full of reasons,
a 'failure' will have another try!.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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