Time - Poem by aashka thakkar
Time wins and no one else,
You and me are mere puppets.
For once you feel you can have fun,
He makes you repent
With His twists and turns.
Even the slightest impudence you show,
He has His ways of punitive throw.
A glimpse of times that we forgot,
Brings in light, the cause of all thwart.
For me now there is no ambit for atheism,
As in everything I find only Him
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