Time
It runs,it gallops,it flies with the wind,
It goes away like a free bird.
It stops for nothing and nobody,
But it does makes itself heard.
Through the fields and above the trees,
It rules over the whole universe.
Dancing among the flowers and leaves,
It goes ahead but never on the reverse.
It never ages,
But only changes,
Overturning luck and bad phases.
With a soft touch of its ageless hands,
It wrinkles people’s young faces.
Though invisible,it is undeterred.
Time does makes itself clearly heard.
How lovely akshara,so well written😍
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind words
DeleteVery well written very nice akshara🤗👌
ReplyDeleteBeautyful
ReplyDeleteThank you so much 😊
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