The Time's Wave Poem by Mohammad Younus

he Time's wave,
a silver glow,
crashes gently
against the shores of my soul.
Its soothing flow rises,
like a lover leaping,
its touch a tender caress—
forever sweet.

In its rhythm,
I find peace.
Even as the tide recedes,
it leaves behind
a world of wonder
my soul cannot release.

The wave whispers
of life's ceaseless motion—
a divine truth,
flowing endlessly,
carrying its mysteries
in every crest and fall.

MyKoul