Days slowly come days hurriedly go
Yesterday will not come back again
Every day as it passes you are a day older
Tomorrow waits to come behind the dark cloak
Time is a cosmic machine runs with no fuel
It has great impact on us and no wonders
Since the dawn of history days kept coming
like ocean waves hitting the empty shores
Generations had came and others had gone
dynasties came and others had departed
Empires were born and others were perished
Time is fascinating and time is intriguing
Time has hold of us on our aging biology
of our existence and finally our demise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem