There is a right time for some.
And a wrong time for others,
For 'some' things to be done...
Kept defined in minds pressured,
Unable to unwind.
And there seems never a time,
We determine to keep...
Nourished with a flourishing,
All the time.
With a manifesting of happiness.
Regardless of how time is perceived,
As a limited fit...
To adjust to a scheduling done to it.
Wouldn't it be wonderful,
If you and not time became the benefactor of life?
And it came looking to find you.
And you were too busy to look for it.
Or cared if it was found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem