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Today is Wednesday,the very second one of the year,
It is a sunny afternoon, though very busy.
We can tell time in whichever dimension,
From whatever place we may be hiding,
For it is one precious gift we all are entitled to,
Much as it doesn't necessarily govern our motives.

This one thing, I have learnt,
That it is because of time that we are judged objectively,
Moreso when we have to accomplish a task in a fixed time frame,
Say for instance study,get a job,get married,buy a vehicle-
For a job well done, we're congratulated,
For a messed up activity, we're cursed to hell
And named after lazy bones or cowards.
All because time is in control!

When the bereaved are robbed of their loved ones,
The world goes still and time should in fact freeze
As they mourn and grieve for their loss,
But the clock keeps on ticking,
Because there are more important alive people
Than the one gone to the world of the dead.
When one falls sick and is excused from class or school,
The term or month doesn't wait for them,
Everything progresses normally like you were never needed,
Because time is in control.

It is one thing, which once lost,
Can never be retrieved,
Neither by magic nor prayer!
Had it been possible to chase after it,
Perhaps we would have the hope of compensating,
But once it's gone,it is really gone forever!

What,then,
Shall we die holding the trigger 
Like soldiers in the war zone?
Shall we give up because of what we have lost?
Absolutely, "NO"
What is gone,we cannot retrieve,
But what is left,we can maximumly utilize.
It is very okay to take time off,
To have our wounds and pains heal,
That upon our return, we're fit for the journey.
It does us no harm, accepting that we're late
For it is then that we can concentrate,
In order to attain the goal ahead of us
Within the remaining time,
Short or long as it may be.
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