Magician Is River Of Time Poem by Mittur Ramprasad

Born in the cradle of fleeting time at a particular moment
Somewhere between the past and the future called present
Ever since become I have a wanderer following the future
Always step behind no matter what I do how much I endure

Magician is the river of time as it winds and bends its course
Turning the present into past and present into future in terse
Even with the eyes open one cannot see the change day or night
Matter it don't even with expectation amazing is time in its flight

Wrapped I am all around in chains of time and I cannot escape
Invisible it is to touch or to feel or to breathe or to see its shape
Choice was not mine to embark on this journey it was destined
Again don't know why I was put in this path that is challenged