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Book of Life

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Birds sang high,
Sun shone bright,
The beautiful world
Has again begun a new chapter in history.
Unfolding the pages,
Preparing the ink to write on,
The hand set to motion.

Babies cry from birth or hunger,
Attention seeking but yet innocent.
People rushed from home to work,
Mums rushing kids to school.
Students rushing to be on time.
Dogs barked and cats meowed,
Just like any cycle of life.

Then people rushed to be home for dinner,
Students returning from school utterly beat.
The sun sets and left a trace of drakness behind.
The day has ended but not the chapter in life,
For somewhere else in the city,
Night activities sprung to life,
As though with renewable energy.

The chapter continues to be written,
Not knowing where the end will be.
Ink runs from page to page,
Writing our monotonous life where rushing seems the keyword.
The day outran us.
The night outwalk us.
The book of life thickens.

And still,
We continue to be manipulated
By the clutches of the devil or angel of life.

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