Time Passes On Its Own Poem by Rimni chakravarty

Many a times 'am asked by the acquaintances
Who I meet in the world of differences
Of how I pass my time
I answer them
And here to would write the same
In the structure of a rhyme
Of how I utilize my time
To drink the cup of wine
To sail smooth my life.
I believe in drawing aesthetic delight
From this precious life
I received from God
Before I become a part of the sod
Music stirs my soul
I believe it's the same both in the north and the South Pole
Music makes me laugh
I visualize the white dove
Smiling at me
So with open eyes i see
The beauty of our earth
Where I had my birth
Where my soul would fly
Someday up in the sky
Music makes me cry
Tears from my cheeks roll down
At times wet my gown
On its own to dry
No time for me to feel alone
Time pass on its own.