Nothing To Claim

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Oh no, it can’t be me I was full of worry Stood there before mirror Felt as if there was some error Either mirror was reflecting wrong Or I was playing wrong song Where was sweetness on face? This man in mirror was from different race Wrinkles with deep scares That was what I dared to stare Face was same but with awkward reflection Oh god, what could be my reaction! I was handsome and bright Even one could notice without light I had smile all the time Though felt sad sometimes I used to run along with horse I had full of energy of course I was swimming Entire River Never felt any kind of fear I felt as if land was slipping away Ground was not firm and giving way I was restless at real refection What had I in store for action? I got to accept reality It was unpleasant surprise from almighty I was on decline So must always feel fine Seasons too adjust So also men must Time waits for none How can I be exceptional one? Yes, years have passed When I had chased After time to have fame Now I am alone and have nothing to claim

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