Time And Life Poem by Sibghatullah Khan

Time And Life



If seven o'clock is present,
twelve is future;
both run into the sunset
to make it past.

On the morrow,
future precedes past
which is now present
to be future.

The Wheel rumbles on
and 'we look before and after';
but we never know
what we are after.

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