Vishal Singh

Rookie (28 March / Lucknow)

Time - Poem by Vishal Singh

Your sweet slumber in the womb is broken,
Your little world of comfort is shaken,

You hear from the voice above, 'Come out chap, its Time! '

Days, months and ‘a' year pass,
Wishes, gifts are poured amass,

You light the candle, for the first Time!

Eating, jumping, playing, dancing,
This is what you do since morning,

But now and then Mamma says, 'Stop baby, it's sleeping Time! '

Books, bag, pen and pencils,
Take the place of toys and utensils,

Every morning Mamma says, 'Get up baby, its school Time! '

Days, months and years pass,
Homework, assignments are poured amass,

You learn to read, you learn to write,
Working hard to shine bright,

Just to make your parents hear, 'Your boy's the best every Time! '

You learn the laws; you mug up the theory,
Putting an end to the boards story,

Just to hear your parents say, 'You didn't do well this Time! '

Days, months and years pass,
Friends, relations are poured amass,

You learn to flirt, you learn to ride,
Flaunting yourself with élan and pride,

Just to hear your father say, 'What's this nonsense all the Time? '

You fix your mate; you fix your future,
Promising both a sound nurture,

Just to make yourself hear, 'Ah! It's my Time! '

Days, months and years pass,
Worries, troubles are poured amass,

You run for life, you run for wife,
You toil hard coping grief and strife,

Just to hear the dear ones say, 'Can't you spend some quality Time? '

When you feel it's time to enjoy and relax,
You suddenly realize your career draws towards climax,

Just to make you listen your voice, 'No-no I'm short of Time! '

Days, months and years pass,
Weakness, ailments are poured amass,

Your voice is feeble; your limbs are weak,
You invite your offspring's to spend a week,

Just to hear from them, 'No dad we don't have Time! '

You lie in shabbiness fighting the flies,
You take a gasp and close your eyes,

Just to hear from somebody, 'Poor fellow, he doesn't have much Time! '

Your scanty sleep is soon broken,
The big world of discomforts is shaken,
You know, you're out of Time!

You yearn for your children; crave for your wife,
Wish to live an immortal's life,

Holding the candle you raise your hands above, 'One last Time? '
Just to hear from the voice above, 'NO CHAP, ITS TIME! '

Topic(s) of this poem: love educates

Comments about Time by Vishal Singh

  • Gold Star - 10,473 Points Mark Heathcote (7/20/2014 1:03:00 PM)

    A good poem Vishal thanks for sharing it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 20, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 20, 2014

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