Time Poem by Amartya Kalapahar
Time
Running like the shepherds,
No one can stop him.
He glides slightly through the high mountains
Nor does he listen to anybody
He does his work,
But we sometimes fail to do our own
He is the thing
That never be had again
But can be remembered as past memories.
His way is fast
His notice is not sudden
He is valuable and by no means
You can buy him,
He is no one but time.
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