Time Poem by Subhra Roy

Time melts down the wall
to meet the flow,
'fter spring comes the fall,
That's all we seem to know.
Now a blob or then a bubble,
Time deceives with its state.
Be it a marvel or a rubble,
Time seals its very fate.
The poet challenges the Time,
So believes the Bard.
But rust touches the Rhyme,
When it storms really hard.
Time steals and Time reels,
It affects the verb,
Time wheals and Time heals,
It traps in its warp.