Aye Precious Time Poem by Mira Aur

Aye precious time thy hold

Secrets many of yesters untold

Aye precious time thy behold

Tales of morrow to unfold



Aye precious in thee remains

The essence of what has been lost

Aye precious in you contained

Is inception of what is to be yet…..



I wonder if I must envy you

For In you somewhere my past is still the present

Or must I pity you my sweet

For you must witness every misery



Or must I my dear friend be filled with spite

What if you were an enemy under disguise?

Aye dear does your heart find pleasure

When you see pain beyond measure



Why you must know all

They say you're the greatest counselor that ever was

Will thy seek me out

For they say you're the cure of all ailments that the heart hath brought



Until then my bitter sweet

Keep safe in you the untold history

Secure in you my unborn dreams

Unfold slowly to me the fore bound mysteries.