Watch And Time Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Often time is measured with a device
That has numbers or hands to do the task
She often is pretty, dainty, and nice
It seems that Time peeps through this little cask.

Time and Watch seem to be cheek by jowl
Watch is Time's haunt it can be said
Both are reticent; they know no howl
Both are jogging always, no rest, no bed.

It seems they will live and die together
Hand and glove with each other they are so
That they will live separately no weather
One is river the other water's flow.

But in fact they have no link at all
As sounds have no meanings of their own
As the ground has no relation with the ball
As a gown has no link with a town.

One is ethereal, other concrete
Time will run even if all watches stop
Even Sun, Moon, and Stars cannot him beat
Watch can be bought, but not Time from shop.

Time can be passed without watch, without clock
It doesn't depend on dainty watch hands
It passes on ocean as well as on rock
It passes on pastures and too on sands.

Look at Time and not at numbers or hands
Try to know its secrets and deep mysteries
It surrounds heavens, spaces and all lands
No historians know its long histories.