The Significance Of Time Poem by Prasad Sing

We don't know what we are doing now.
Or what is going to happen with us.
We are just arranged to do, which we don't know.
Life is the doing.
Doing is the life.
The time comes with new looks and secrets.
Human are then forced to try to unlock the secrets of time.
But time goes, on it's rules and you are just avoided.

The time is gone and you will be confused.
You will be mad.
At last you will be undone.
And at last it's brother will come.
Your heart will be beating so fast.
You will be mad again, confused once again.

You will try to control time.
But alas! undone!
Burning yourself, you will kill yourself.
Or you will come back, for something else.

You will get what or which you wanted from the time.
Or you will lost in the darkness of time.
Whatever you will know, the significance of time.
In the significance of time.