No nonsense

a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

Worked days of 25 hours,
And 366 days of the years;
Been working before birth;
Nonstop even after death.

If I have to refresh above;
Will rewrite what’s written;
Same 25 hours, 366 days,
Before, after, births, deaths.

What is this endless map?
Or its some designed net?
Since entered the cobweb,
End must be my next step.

So end must I; now, here;
So end must I; now, here.