Time Poem by Arundhati Thakur

Generations go by,
Morality disappears,
In a race to reach high,
No time for our dears,
Mistakes are forgotten,
New relations are made,
Ethics get rotten,
Memories slowly fade,
We grow old,
And hate it every day,
Wrinkles get over,
Our hair turns grey,
New journeys, we come across,
New boats we sail,
New profits are there,
But still some fail,
God gets frightened,
Each moment, every day,
His significance is lost,
"We've no time! " they say,
Evolution at its height,
New species emerge,
Old ones get extinct,
No idea, where they submerge,
So, Time won't stop for you,
To let you realize the sins you did,
And wake you inside,
To find where they hid,
You do,
You realize,
You pay,
It dies,
Don't commit it again,
It'll cost you more,
It'll give you a shock,
Intense than you got before,
Time is no toy,
To played with joy,
It has its rules,
And its regulations,
Live to the fullest
But with limits and hesitations,
‘Cause ones it slips,
Never comes back,
Your build, it rips,
Shows you what you lack,
Don't regret your past,
Live in the present,
Don't think of future,
It may not always be pleasant.


ORIGINAL*-Adele Malik