While sitting on a couch,

My mind came with a fable

On the clock placed above the table.

White, shiny, silver and style

Depicting every journey of mile.

 

Side by me was my mom

Sleeping soundly like a baby born.

Then I took a deep dive in pond

Of thoughts, confusion, worries and all.

 

Baby assumed was a baby ago a while

And certainly would be same for me after a mile.

Fear struck my heart and overshadow my mind,

Oh, I, a baby will once be a grown up child.

 

Then worries will turn my life upside down,

For people once unborn would be there to mourn.

All guilty is indeed the 'sprinter time',

Who doesn't lack for a second or a while.

 

Store as much as u can,

For what u know about the sprinter's plan.