Time! ! ! Poem by fathima wasti

.Time is precious, Time is Pure

If you lose it, there’s no cure

Every minute matters, every second weighs

Time keeps running, so keep up the chase

Get closer to it, as far as you can get

So later you wouldn’t have to regret

And later, when you win this race

Your efforts, even God would praise

Good and bad times, both are there

It’s hard to say, which one’s fair

In good times, everybody is near

bad times show us whose close and dear

When time is cruel, don’t try to kill it,

Don’t pass it empty, just try to fill it

If greatness is what you want to achieve

Every seconds loss, will be your grief

Cause life can be better, in only on way

When every moment is lived, better than what just passed away