Sometimes time takes time
To pass away
Sometimes it is fast
Hurrying to run away
We think it is much
But no that’s not true,
When needed its not there
For works we want to do
It’s precious
We must not waste it
As it won’t be there
When we need it
Let’s start utilizing it
And be full of grace
And show that
We are the one who’ll win the race
I agree, it is a lovely theme a pleasure to read Keep it up Aprajita
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is lovely, well thought and nicely expressed