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Hindi poem from schooldays.
Kshan kshan kaal ikhatta hokar lamba yug ban jaata hai
Kshan ko shudra na samjho bhia yeh jag ka nirmaata hai
Chhoti chhoti si hi bhulein humko bura banaati hai
Nij sudhar ke path se humko koso duur hataati hai...
Time is passing fast, very fast.
There's no progress.
My interest in my current job is like a dewdrop resting at the tip of a long, sharp, and pointed leaf; ready to drop any moment, just waiting for a slight caress of the breeze, or a raindrop to disturb its agonizing moment that seems like an eternity.
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