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Nov 2021
The sick and the elderly
Days are numbered we hear frequently
Whose days aren't
If there is any clarity
Only occurance with uniformity
Questions everyone's claim of being unique
Even for the biggest cynic
Return ticket to the hospital
The first gift we recieved
Never promised eternity by anybody
Number of days is filled already
Invisible to our eyes evidently
Numbered days a boon or curse
Either way there is no choice
Written by
KV Srikanth
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