Evenings hardly passes,yet years flowing fast.

Strange philosophy of life,

evenings hardly passes,

yet years flowing fast,

decades upon decades deduced ,

journey of day begin bit easy,

dawn delve into new date,

somber going sets in,

 day appearing endless tunnel,

end hardly visible,

no nap to soothe,

fluttering self,

at all nook and cranny,

yet hardly evening sets in,

and all wild jungles enlivens,

pushing into wilderness,

but yet calendar on wall replacing fast,

almanac regularly changing,

new yearbook coming so early.