Love Poem: Temperature
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Written by: Daljit Khankhana

Temperature

Possible or impossible, work force is rolling dust.
Expected or unexpected, a task is streaming fast.

Who can finish a job, we need to finish a pending week?
Till last minute, we need to walk, to gain everything last.

Everyday, every morning, every week and every month,
Year after a year, centuries has development most.

A seed is growing new, a giant tree is moving away,
A filling vacancy is paying risk and running a cost.

When a body temperature loses, body feels weakness,
When temperature is high, body has temperature lost.

Everything has temperature; it has a good turning,
If temperature has balance, human and nature has trust.