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