Time... What is time? Is it what we feel anytime? We know it through our watches, We know it through our clocks, or We know it through many other things... Is it a sharp sword If we don't use it good? It flies without wings Simply because that's the way with it... We can grasp it only If controlled by us... It's greater if used By us very-well anytime... If not used pretty, then It will cut off hard...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem