All The Days Are But The Same!!

Poetry.

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All The Days Are In The End Same!

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At the end of the day! 

All days are same in that,

At the end of the day,

All end sooner or late!

At the end of the day,

As much anxious worried, 

You retire into the bed!

Some unfinished tasks,

Some half-done moves,

Some imperfect works,

Some not achievede ends.

You're as much stuck,

As last night, you had, 

When you had retired, 

Tired, worried into the bed!

Don't know if there was a day, 

You have walked up all the way 

Fulfilled, happy and for sure,

That you needed nothing any more!

Though you may still hope,

Tomorrow is also a day, 

But you soon realize, 

All days are in the end same! 

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Everyday you wake up in the morning,

Go through the news stunning, appaling,

Of crimes, injustice, violence and deceit,

And forget you too will have to fight!

At some moment you are though spared,

Unhappy, anxious, worried and scared!

You have to first quench the burning thirst,

Devouring you, eating into your veins!

It's the story again the same, 

All days are in the end same! 

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