Time—you are an old man—poisonous,
You have deteriorated the whole world,
When you will die? —I'll make my own,
Will make you lass, for you I keep gown
You will be my party doll, all will praise,
A decorative slave to enchant my verse,
Enough you've played; I will play with you,
I will take revenge of you—I will reverse,
I wish to put you in cage; I wish to kill you,
Desirous I am-greedy to thy wings—thy blaze
Alas! I can't do it, none can do it-you are touch less
Tell this world-you are hopeful and we are hopeless
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Definitely time is an old man. Tell this world-you are hopeful and we are hopeless. Excellent realization based poem composed that provokes thought about it. Very nicely penned and wonderful one.