One With The Time Poem by Binoy Majumdar

I am defeated by taking one bate with the time,
In vain desire, when rain pours on the earth in dream,
Sky feels mirrored,
I quickly see, mosquitoes are born;
On a fresh morning
I wake to see;
Tastes, pleasures of food in our mouth
Create history, being rotten.
Pleasure gradually becomes pain.
Flashing light of blue stone of my ring
Remains unheated, extinguished,
Burns swiftly like the thirst,
I feel scared,
One day I shall be lost
Like the feathers.