Green Peace


Busy, aged fool
Unpredicted, untimely time
When thou cometh, when goeth?
Knoweth no man himself

Noble deeds, mission why not begin soon?
Why rectify, rotten repugnance in late adulthood?
A fruit is a fruit, a weed a weed-
Since time immemorial, cannot be changed their essence.

So now from today sow diligent, sober seeds
That would certainly its fruit once reap
Wait not for time to reap
But let time take its own mellow turn.

Why not begin early?
Waiting for late, if that time never comes?
Or it ends aggravatingly soon?
Time thine self right from a fraction of second

For time will tell
Who is the winner, who the loser?
Who the emperor, who the pauper?
Time takes its own apposite tide just at the right spur, not earlier or later.

Submitted: Thursday, October 30, 2008
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