Time Is Passing Through. Poem by Charnjit Patialvi

Time is passing, Time is passing!
Time is trampling the leaves of life,
Like crushed under the feet of mighty jumbo.
Like uprooted trees by tornado,
I thought to be a fighter like Rombo.
The dreams dashed, It came and crashed.
Here, I lay, helpless.

My memories fail me………
Agony of separation,
The hurt of words, dear one’s said,
The cruelty that world had shown,
The hunger of my belly,
The bulling of the mighty,
The abuses of the elders,
The thorny path I took,
The pleasant smiles of my beloved,
The tender touch of my mother,
The betrayal of my own,
The cheating of the authorities,
The back stabbing of my friend,
My dreams of flights & fantasies I failed,
Ambition to scale the heights,
The sympathies of strangers, all were unforgettable.
But, have failed me!
I lay beneath the might foot of Time licking my wounds in dust.
All my dreams are shattered. My Time is out.
O Dear! The Time is passing, Time is passing through.
Time is trampling the leaves of my life.
I lay beneath quite and motionless,
Forgetting the time, how, restless I was!
My wisdom has failed, My all visions have faltered,
How helpless I have become,
Or the Time is mighty I wonder?
Where are my powers gone?
Defeat I never tasted, The Time has over powered.
The Mighty is Time. The Mighty is Time indeed.