Time, My Time Poem by Neela Nath Das
Time, My Time
You teach me the art of life,
to endure the sudden strife.
Time, time, I love you very much.
I can't grow without your touch.
nothing can grow worth or worse without the touch of time and i hope time is the last study man will finally master. a nice poem on my favourite topic.
Yes time is the best teacher but the irony is this that when we learn we are too old and if we try to pass our leaning to our juniors they do the same what what we did with our seniors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 10:54:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful rhyming words. Truth exposes in your write. Regards.