Treasure Island

Abhinit Chute (abz)

(23/7/1996 / Nagpur)

Time


Round and round your hands move..
You don't care when a needy asks you to wait..
Till the last second I was writing through..
But you rang the bell, telling me that i am late..

Addressing to the mighty clock; nothing to confuse,
No one can breathe easy, just flying kites..
For people like me, who can't be like recluse,
No clue does time leave, turning days and nights..

Time and Tide waits for no man,
A stitch in time does save nine..
Those who do abide these words, can
Be among successes, everything will be mine..

Postponement doesn't help; certain couplet does teach us..
You never can keep eyes away from time..
Because outputs will be good, when they reach us..
Inputs shouldn't include: PROCASTINATION, the crime..

Money can come back, if you have lost it..
Just like a boomerang does when ya throw..
But time doesn't come back, whatever did cost it,
Be cautious for the seeds that you sow..

Accept that time is the king,
And you are a soldier just fighting out..
It's the most precious thing..
And all are like puppets dancing about..

Submitted: Monday, September 10, 2012
Edited: Monday, September 10, 2012

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My Maths paper went wrong all due to lack of time...it made me write on it

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