perpetuation Poetry

A Perpetuation.

The world moves on.

The days come and go
we sleep and wake
happenings go on
nothing much of a change
a routine with a monotony
Well, to bring life
we have to celebrate
with A New Year
and to drive the fear
we face life with cheer
that way the world moves on
with births and deaths
with happiness and sorrow
all entwined with one another
that be the way we live
not we alone as seems
those of our ancestors lived
those of our progenperpetuationy would live.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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