On Wings
Time like the bird moves on the wings,
More precious than a gem, so invaluable is it?
Swifter it is than anything else, with no one to wait for,
Our Journey to life hangs on those wings.
Grabbing on the wings are the achievers,
Steady remains their journey towards Success.
Carried on its wings are the loads of memories,
With different eyes to view it.
The more one grasps from it, more experience one gets.
So to remain on those wings aloft and high,
Valuing the invaluable is what one should try!
16/1/1999
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