The Time – Second Poem Of My Best Friend

The Time

Continuously running on my hand

Beating just as band

Always showing the precious time

Indicating me that by nine

It makes me realise

That waking at time is wise

Who make their routine tight

Only of those future begins bright

It always run, never return

Just as sand castle, it ever flows

Don’t try to make it stop

It flows out of your hand

Making believe that you had lot

When you open your hand

You find that at end

You had nothing left to shown

That precious time had gone

You had become now grown

Utilise the time

that you had known

Respect the flowing time

  •  – Geet
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