Three hundred and sixty five days
become one year
In every human life
this is an unexpected tour.
No one knows the destination
What it is written?
Everyone is in restricted
to one’s destiny.
This is how the life goes on
filled with hope
That's how the time goes on
the world filled with trust.
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Author:
Hakikur Rahman (
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Comments1
did you know, scientist's
have deduced
(so they've pilfered Nature for assumed, knowledge)
that a day was longer, thousands of years ago
and it will be shorter, thousands of years in the future
as it's shrinking, year by global warming - year..
so then, the question becomes
will humanity be around
when 365 becomes 364?
(wonderfully enticing poetic thought's
to read and contemplate, thanks for sharing)
Many thanks for the thoughtful comments. Delighted.
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