Time Chases Me Poem by Neela Nath Das
Time Chases Me
I don't have to see time.
Or, I can't see if Time
Kills my hours.
But, Time chases me,
To catch my hurried strides,
My days tough and harsh.
It gives me speed
And lends me
joy of life.
It teaches to touch
The shades of time,
Woven by bliss and strife.
Beautiful poem Neela. Very true said, time chases us, as we are always in a hurry. Beautiful lines..... It teaches to touch The shades of time, Woven by bliss and strife. Loved reading it.
We the old men and women know it well that time is passing rapidly for us, we like the shades of memory but in the light of our past we accelerate our activeness to complete our remaining duties as much as possible and have some more joy that we can add to our remaining life and to avoid the past strife with our best possible efforts. This is how I understand this poem.
Life is woven by bliss and strife! Is time the playing field on which we play or the battlefield on which we fight? Loved it Neela! ! ! A+
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5/8/2024 10:44:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Truly speaking this poem is killin' concluding is very meaning full- -It teaches to touch The shades of time, Woven by bliss and strife. lovely fantastic 10