Thursday, July 11, 2013

Is like a rare flower
That blossoms once a year
And just as you begin to smell its fragrance
It disappears for another year 
Make the most of it now
While you still have the chance
For the harvesting season is here
And it won’t last 
The last 10 days
Have approached so fast
And as the days wizz past
How do our deeds fare 
Put your heart in action
And your limbs in gear
Multiply your deeds
So your rewards be dear