Passing Time Poem by RAJ NANDY
Passing Time
PASSING TIME
I see the beautiful sunrise, and watch the
flowers that bloom;
And have my cup of tea, in my study
room!
I grab my morning papers, to read how
those terrorists had struck!
When an old friend suddenly rings up,
What a stroke of good luck!
He invites me to join up for lunch,
And to view a new play;
‘‘Let’s pass some time together, for old
time’s sake ’’-
Is what he really says!
The day slowly passes, and I see the
setting sun,
I sit down to read, write and watch TV,
Before the day gets done!
But when I go to bed, sleep never easily
comes you see,
And I lie awake in bed, when this thought
occurs to me, -
‘Have I been passing my time, -
Or has time been passing me’? !
- Raj Nandy
- New D elhi
- 02 Dec 08
(A poem on time – dedicated to Mamtaji!)
GREAT POETS are always like this. They get inspiration from every thing, from every facet of life; from every corner of the universe; from every color; from every taste; from every event; every sound and every silence..............great poem.
GREAT POETS are always like this. They get inspiration from every thing, from every facet of life; from every corner of the universe; from every color; from every taste; from every event; every sound and every silence..............great poem.
Good question... I like how you leave this poem ending with a question. Leaves the reader with some answers... I can see the picture of this poem you wrote it great... Krista
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4/19/2024 8:34:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Raj, first of all let me thank you, for dedicating this poem to me. you are a true friend in evey way. its a lovely poem, as Sathya ji writes, great insight comes from everyday mundane things to a poet's mind. a very deep question at the end. 10 your quest for truth is evident from all your poems Mamta