15 As for man, his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
16 When the wind has passed over it, it is no more,
And its place acknowledges it no longer.
Psalm 90
4 For a thousand years in Your sight
are like a day that has just gone by,
or like a watch in the night.
10 The length of our days is seventy years—
or eighty, if we have the strength;
yet their span is but trouble and sorrow,
for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
Day of a Grass
Never knew that it has to be the last bye
Never in this earth could hear that voice
Never will be able to see that loving face
Master's piece always unique masterpiece.
Walls trembled becoz of the madly music
Went out & stood in rain to wash all away
Chanted every second 'forget, start anew'
Cover-up attempts failed, ended up vain.
Went to bed and the pillows got soaked
Memories kept killing every single cell
Sleeping pills failed to shut the eyelids
No pain reliefs available for such pains.
Thought it's another night dream horror
Unwilling to accept reality of earthly life
Woke up this morning, alive by His grace
Knelt & could only say 'Thank you Lord!'.
Suddenly heard screaming voices behind
Pushes for commitments, responsibilities
Making others to laugh but crying inside
A clown's day in life drama started again.
Though this rollercoaster ride tilts us down
This vanity life with all its shares of failures,
Losses, cuts, griefs, sufferings and sorrows,
Scars, rejections, pains, bruises and wounds,
Thou always will be as we sail in this lifeboat
Thou will, plan and purpose in us be fulfilled
For all races completed victoriously with faith
We'll all meet one day on that Glorious shore!
Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. (Psalm 90 : 12)
