The Time Machine Poem by Muzahidul Reza

The Time Machine
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But to say and to know of expected time machine
Many of us develop much misunderstanding
By it many want to travel the far past
Many want to know all that happened in past;

It is a machine services and provides time
But using it an evening cannot be morning again,
By the by, if it is, I have to take breakfast again
Gradually I have to enter mother's womb again;

Time machine is stopped before creation
Whenever Creator creates a thing or being
Instantly He starts that one's time machine
About how many moments of time it will survive;

A being once has been created
Shall never be back to its mother's womb
So yesterday shall not be back to see its facts
But tomorrow shall be created for new facts,

Thus time goes to its final moment of thing and being
With the finishing of final moment
Collapses that thing and expires its time machine
Dies that being and expires its time machine,

But records are borne of everything and being
What some people are eager to see, know
The origin of that thing and being; but, above all
Whirling back to its time machine which is impossible,

As that baby was born within 10 months
Can never be back to its previous state whirling time,
Thus we cannot go to thousands years' back
What we can see and know from its images, records.