Slowly and Slowly
Events escape freely.
From the hands of time
to the atmosphere silly.
The joy at present
is the real 'present'!
the dream of tomorrow
is always faint.
Complaints do come
after events are done.
Better walk, face up, smile
amid problems, fun!
The Sun glows with pleasure
devaluating His competitor!
His turn ends by day
The Silver rises higher.
Both of Them perform
following nature's norm.
So should we
demanding less, prove our 'form'.
Time would have it all finally!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Present is the gift of God............Time indeed is strongest of all.