Some Facts about Time. Poem by Nabakishore Dash

When was it born
and when it would die,
no body knows.
How does it look,
what is its height and hue,
none can suppose.

But man kind uses it
from time immemorial
by various measures.
Regular tick tick sound
along with the movement
of hands in a clock is the best,
we all consider.

At times cruel,
at times compassionate,
gives pain and pleasure.
Sometimes makes us cry,
some times laughter,
always moves faster.

The creator and also the healer
of all kinds of wounds,
gives us many experiences
and teaches many lessons.
But lets us know correctly
who is own,
whom should we abstain.

Very powerful,
can make a beggar a king.
Can devastate a king easily,
snatch away his kingdom
and every thing.

More precious than gold
and diamond.
You can hoard, sell, buy,
lend and borrow the metals,
know how much is left,
but can not do the same with time,
can not ascertain how much
is in your hand.
Those that make the best use
of time are intelligent and learned.