Days

Each day we live is unique in nature, vivid colours, impressions and outcomes. Each day ending at night speaks in my ears you have lived partly leaving what to be turned over to the next coming day in the morning. The incompleteness of the day effects the night, sleep, dreams and the morning of the next coming day increasing my load of tasks ahead which keep on increasing, multiplying leaving no scope for any backtracking except backbreaking. Thus goes on the caravan of life up and down, slow and fast, and so on.