Every Moment They Are Running
A Anjandev Roy
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They are
Running and running and running.......
Towards nothingness,
Every moment
They are running
Towards nothingness,
Still they always think
They are running
Towards the most precious thing,
They are the modern men
Of the modern time,
At the end of the day......
They return with an empty hand,
Still they don't learn a lesson,
They believe
They are right in their pursuance,
To tell the truth.......
They become absolutely insignificant
At the end of their journey.
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