Tik, tik, tik, each and every second
The clock is just pushing your seconds
We hear it with no care and worry
Just think, your time is in hurry
Every 'tik' is shortening your life
And texting you to do something in your life
Like an axe cutting a tree
With Tak, Tak, tak diminishing its life
Think that for tommorrow, today will be yestarday
Worry about yestarday that today was tommorrow
Time is the thing for which we are imposed in a way
Like a shore for ship and bow for an arrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. I like the content but I am still enjoying my time.