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