Treasure Island

Naseeru Taneemu Annuree


Killing Time


I wrote this acrostic poem to remind us of the value of time.

Submitted: Thursday, July 26, 2012
Edited: Thursday, July 26, 2012

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K eeping your eyes fixed in other people's affairs
I s one of the greatest lost that can occur to you
L ife is short and we all know it is short
L ooking at the rate of mortality so closely
I t is no hidden secret that time is running fast
G et up from your deeply slumber so that you don't miss the train

T he greatest asset you shouldn't let slip your hands is time
I t can never be back when you let it go
M en that knows the value of time and act on it
E njoys the best accomplishments in every spheres...

¤sir NTA! !
24 July 2012 07: 30

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