A paradox
Time to me seems the biggest paradox
We want it to stay put
At the happiest hour
Never to stop…
We wish it gone
In times of trouble and never to revisit
We wish to turn the hands of the clock back
Wish we could fly back into the past
Wish we could be children again
Playing in the parents' backyard…
Wish our children never grew up
and were sleeping angelically in our laps
Or trailing us as adorable toddlers
Wish…time would pause
But what if it did?
What if the sun never set?
And it was bright sunshine forever…
Or night never gave way
and the darkness prevailed forever…
It is a blessing that time runs on
For Time to stand still would
be a status quo unbearable
Equivalent to death…
The hands of the clock to stop-
A nightmare
Mrs. Pushpinder Kaur4.1.20
The design of time to run on creates varieties that makes life worthwhile. Interesting poem...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem carries high level of greatness 💗......10++