A day with lovely events has to pass,
As it gets dark,
The light sinks,
Night descends.
The day passes.
A year with turbulence will pass,
As it sees outbreaks,
Of riots and diseases,
Political feuds and economic recession,
The year passes.
A generation of people would pass,.
After experiencing hardships,
In personal and career,
In finance and life,
The generation passes.
Everything which has life has to pass,
It is an evolution,
It is a regeneration,
It is wisdom,
To allow all things to pass.
A civilisation has passed,,
After encountering ups and downs,
Through invasion and attacks,
Through years and centuries,
The civilization passes.
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