Poetry

Time

Time is like a unique magician

That can be seen throughout life of our own soul as sprite;

Time is an esteemed one

If thou don’t avail it carefully or right

 

Time is like air, bumfuzzled with thy feelings

Travelling a hundred miles than borders and margins;

A time can be of debacles

But don’t yawn until thou become evanescent

 

Time is a game ( hardship) to play

Thee jump upon time to clutch it

But thou lay

Being weary at the effort and thou quit 

Time can be caught once if thou art a xerox

Of the cunning fox

 

                                                       ~ Subhadeep Bhattacharjee

                                                         South 24 Parganas, India 

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