Sand of Time
Thought of having time is a trouble.
As a great man has said.
Never we know why our understanding is so feeble.
About what lies ahead.
Hardly we realize how long does it take.
For the sun.
To reach a point to make all of us awake.
With amount of failure which is none.
Sometimes we let it slide sometimes we haste.
Ignoring the bitter truth.
Remove incentives and all of it is waste.
Bitterly we realize this, in old age or youth.
When we have plenty of it we taste it like a sweet wine
Only to realize what really it is, a slipping sand of time.
Written on 25thAugust 2018
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