Time's Dance Poem by Mani Varma N

In the river's flow, it slips away,
Ephemeral, elusive, it does not stay,
A tapestry woven, unseen seams,
The ever-changing thread of dreams.

It dances through the twilight's gleam,
An artist painting life's grand scheme,
A beguiling force, both cruel and kind,
Time, the master of all humankind.


In tender moments, it's a gentle breeze,
Caressing memories with utmost ease,
Yet, in its stride, a relentless force,
A swift torrent that shapes our course.


It heals the wounds, a balm of grace,
But leaves its mark on every face,
The laughter, tears, and joys we share,
Bound within its eternal snare.

The child's laughter, a fleeting chime,
Lost to the depths of its own prime,
While wisdom grows with each tolling bell,
A solemn toll, a tale to tell.


Oh, Time, enigma, keeper of all,
From birth's first cry to death's last call,
You are the song and the unsung rhyme,
The rhythm of life's grand paradigm.

Yet fear not, mortal, for within this rhyme,
Lies the key to make the most of time,
Cherish each moment, hold them dear,
For in their embrace, eternity is near