Our life is finite, but we forget
Dreaming our life as we go on living
We think we have innumerable days
Though we see death stalking
People around us
Till our time to live gets over
And it’s our turn for dying
(Sheen-September2017)
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DAILY PROMPT
Finite
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Yesterday I inadvertently crossed a red light. Son gave a frightening reaction. “What have you done?” He panickly shouted at me.
I mumbled, “Sorry”, and could feel he was glaring at me. I couldn’t do anything about my mistake, so tried to brush it away from my mind. Though I doubt Son will let me forget it, and may bring it up whenever we have added company.
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DAILY PROMPT
Glaring
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Flowers and Breezes 