The time’s wheel is charged with speed
The eras like picture flash
All civilizations, culture, creed
Down they go, turning trash.
The chariot in eternal desert sail
Inhale-exhaling all souls mime
Infinite life cannot be trailed
Save the life’s valuable time.
Birth and death, forever destined
Time separates the two
The beginning and end are governed by Him
The middle part for us is due
Hurry up it’s time!
Be happy in what you owe
Waiting long may become a crime.
Indomitable doom will gift us woe.
Wow.... it is amazing that there is so little time to do what you need to do.....100 years is not a long time.... you can close your eyes for only a second when you are 10 and wake up and be 65..... time is a valuable thing.... we should learn not to waist it 'cause once it is gone, there is no turning back very good poem ----*over and out, the devilz work is done*-------------
Beautifully … as a whole your verses poetically analyzes interesting question, original skill … with kind intentions …
Some might call it bad timing, but I say, better late than never. But it's not for me to quibble about any particular distinction that an individual calculates relative being to have with any great deliberation. I simply come away from this writing with the inevitable message of: 'BE HERE NOW'. One of the more compelling points to the writing in this poem is that - each of us who have paid witness to this litany of infinite regrets and pleasures of a lifetime suggests that either we've intervened immediately or became just another complacent spectator to the heartfelt attempts to communicate in an altogether more life-affirming passion.
very interesting, i love how you paint a picture of different era's and civilizations, while showing that nothing is permanent. This is the best of your work that i've read.
All civilizations, culture, creed are giving us nothing except trash. We only confine ourselves into it. We should break all the barriers of the society because it stops us to help others when they are in a fix. Brotherhood is our culture, Our humanity is our civilization, love and peace are our creed.
Do not wallow in self pity or wonder where life went wrong do not waste your time on yesterday, today you must be strong life is for the living, we can't turn back the clock to dwell on our misgivings is like a tick without a tock
living each day as if was going to be your last.hurry up...really expresses what i have come to believe. let not life pass you by, there is no time for regrets so give it your best. very thoughtful piece of writing. thanks Abha
What a wonderfull piece of write, and I have felt this way about life/death all my life, my own personal point of view, we are here for the middle, and our savior knows from birth when our death will be and how.... Very good work! ! Bonnie
Well expressed - the gap between life and death is all we have. We have to make the best of it. No matter what happens time moves on relentlessly. You have a way of picking up the things which are indeed worthy of being written about. Take care...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write, , but slow down a while..