Moments Make It Momentous
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Moments Make It Momentous
When something varies,
I get restless and worried.
It's new, of it I am unaware.
So I feel uncomfortable and scared.
But with passing time, to it I get known,
To it closer I have grown.
Without it, now I feel depressed and glum.
As to it, now I am accustomed.
To me, now it's of great essence,
Without it, my life seems to be a turbulence.
It becomes my need and desire.
I get motivated to acquire.
In my subconscious it gets immortal.
It makes me vulnerable and subtle.
In my mind, it is constant.
It gets turned to a need and want.
But as time flies,
The need soon dies.
From our mind, it perishes,
It's value diminishes.
As we grow old,
Towards it we become cold.
Time has great strength and valour.
A habit it develops and nurtures.
To a habit, it gives birth,
To a thing, it gives worth.
And it is the time only that makes the habit disappear.
And makes the thing no longer important and dear.
So the pain of the loss is brief.
Transient is the grief.