Namrata Nath


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
Like sand...

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?


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I just observed everything and it just occurred to me... do we have time?

Comments about Why Don'T I Have Time? by Namrata Nath

  • Akanksha Bhatt (9/30/2012 1:57:00 AM)


    great one..i really loved your poem! please read some of mine too though there are only two! ! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Indranil Bhaduri (9/29/2012 5:15:00 AM)


    A question unanswered for everyone... Loved this piece. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 22, 2012



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