No time at all
A pile of books, very tall
Almost like the great wall
No time for this
No time for that
No time for all the fun we had
No time to play,
On a bright sunny day
Mind, no time to sail away
No time for now
Gotta find time, don’t know how
No time for fun
We are on the run
No time for me
No time for thee
No time to spend with a bumble bee
Little time, next year’s to come
In my head, the year plans move
Like slimy, wriggly and numerous worms
No time at all, a lot to do,
Suddenly my mind goes all blue,
The sea, the sky, the beach too
Bunched balloons and their hullabaloo
Composed myself; all of so not true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YOU MAY STILL FIND TIME - WHEN YOU READ SOME VERSES AND RHYME! A SWEET POEM! 10! -RAJ NANDY