Life And Time Poem by Partha Pratim Bose

When unthinkable becomes thinkable,
Unseen becomes seen;
Intangible becomes tangible,
Mist becomes clean.
Believe it to be the life, playing with time,
None other there would have been.

Joy of birth, sorrow of passing away,
Treasure of memories at the end of the day.
Love of friends and care so keen,
Hushed up tears still mind strives to mean.
Believe it to be the life, playing with time,
None other there would have been.