Why Don'T I Have Time? - Poem by Namrata Nath
Long hours spent in planning;
Thinking of days to come...
Each day passes without telling me
The present gets lost
In the mysterious lanes of future
All my happy hours
Turn gloomy with the black shadow of foresight,
Time turns out of hand
My childhood went unplayed
My youth passed without sweet mistakes
Will my death take too long?
Will I have time?
Oh! ... why don't I have time?
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