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Dec 2015
Slow is the course of nature,
Slow is how we began,
Slow you'll see the birds,
Slow don't care much about time.

Now we created Fast,
and Fast is how we like going.
This Fast will keep you forgetting,
as Fast is already an occupied mind.

Fast don't care much about a Boat,
Or planting a tree or maybe fishing.
It just keeps us in the Race,
while anger surging for not reaching.

It keeps us forgetting the world beside,
And loose touch with the conscience inside.

While, few of us still like it slow,
Especially when we set the Tight-Stick a-glow :D
Not worry about past or future,
but nourish this present child inside.

Its good to calm down to a sound,
breathe an easy sigh while the sun goes down.
Now all that is lost in this narrow line,
Guess, this is all that comes with Time.
Ridiculously misunderstood
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Ridiculously misunderstood  31/M/Sikkim
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