Right Time Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN

Right Time

I couldn't ask him for much;
I felt he was in a hurry.

He said, no time left behind,
and asked me to pluck the apple.
I said it wasn't ripe yet.

He said again, no time left behind,
and asked me to take the rope.
This time,
I said—
it is not the right time.

Tuesday, January 13, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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