Time - Poem by Mohammed Nazeef
When every second beats away.
So do our souls draw nigh to that faithful day!
As the days of our lives count down like time-bombs.
Yet we know not when, when we shall be declared extinct.
Nor do we have any faint idea when shall cometh that day.
But until it grasps us by surprised.
Our time is fading away slowly.
Our generation is disappearing obliviously.
So let whosoever be wise, harness time and expend it judiciously.
Because, verily… time cannot be recycled.
God gave us an immense blessing...He gave us time.
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