How The Time Flew Poem by Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh
How The Time Flew
Captivated by her
On a fine day
I longed to write a poem
On her beauty.
Yet how long
I was trying,
One day
I saw her withering.
I did not feel it
But
How fast
The time flew
And how strong
Its current
Today
I am becoming old.
But the poem
I have not written.
never too old when it comes to writing poetry and what more when it's about a beauty! thanks Akham
Time and tide wait for no man. Everything is being flown in the wave of time. Master piece.
A sweet poem! Captivating poetic expression...loved reading it. Top score!
Time is gone. But there is always something precious that stays in life forever. Good work.
Time flies. Old age is the autumn of life. A very profound piece.
An amazing poem, I liked it so much, specially the lines- - - But the poem I have not written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Today i am becoming old. Nice work.