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Time is Time
Unable to know when me was born?
An unsolved mystery of this globe,
Since its birth it is moving forward,
Without bothering anybody.
Unable to hold it even for a moment,
Master of its own universe, it is,
Does never predict events to come.
Bow down before its dignity, we have to.
Neither pains nor comfort anybody,
Always impar al it stands,
Good or bad has no effect,
Con nuously moves, never forgets a step.
The world moves with its schedule,
Neither fast nor slow in speed it is,
It fixes the me of death even,
S ll unable to control over death.
It seems as if death is powerful, but not
It is me that warrants death to reach the goal,
When one dies, death dies with that,
But me keeps on moving without fail.
Time itself has to move in me even,
Always walks ahead without res ng,
Least concerned with present or past,
Surprisingly, it knows nothing about future.
Love to move with it, but some mes can't,
Respect it, but it does not bother,
Has no objec on if it is being wasted,
But loves when someone goes with it.
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