Thursday, July 16, 2015

Time





 

Nonetheless time is an element of implausible drive;
Even Time fears fleeting;
Time never siestas but frowns in the middle of the night,
Driving history and designing moments in time;
Unborn in the time of beginning,
It may not be the end when the universe cross the line,
It rises with many suns across the cosmos,
Memories of its childhood lost in itself- lost in Time
Never can stop for a pause;
Never idle for a chat,
Not weathering with the melting ice;
Never reluctant to overcome the tide,
Could it be a blessing,
Who knows its aspirations and sight!!

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