Years And Scars Poem by M. Asim Nehal

Every passing year is like a scar
Left on the body of time
To remember our past

They will never return
Nor will give you respite
It leaves an indelible mark forever

Start may be good or bad
Yet the middle in pure mixture
Happiness and sorrow is the ultimate calculator

Beneath the carpet of months
Silently lay the ashes of our domes
We can see the glimpses but cannot alter a thing

Seasons have made us dance to its tunes
The music played by flying symphony
Is now recorded in the cloud's tears

The scar if scratched will leave
The wounds open
With no remedy to cure the past

So let the scar be in the body of time
To heal by itself
As the years kept passing by.