Timantra Poem by Soumita Sarkar

Here it comes and there
it goes away
When I want to do
very soon it fade
Now I have to speak
Later this urge die
This is a text, let
me send this very moment
Oh! its too late
saved to be sent some day

I am bothered, I am caring
Sudden change in mind
Its a trash, its a waste
My time I preserve
Wet emotions I deserve
Hey! this day want a hug
Tomorrow just a casual bug
I am in a hurry
But soon this delay
The mantra of music
The beat in rhythm
The lonely lyric
The fall of tune
This lament lingers
Time delayed
Time surrogate
Time is all powerful
Time can heal all pain
Time has to talk
Time can deliver
Time do miracle