During our spare time ~ we used to look at the shadow
Now when time is slipping ~ We hardly think about it
We are totally engrossed ~ In the luxuries of this world
Time is ticking away ~ And seasons are passing
What is today will not be there tomorrow
Those floating clouds on the sky
Will definitely become the rain and fall on the clay
Life is better than this, Don't you think that way, your perception about life is different than what I feel about it.
Such a marvelous poem.................................................