Tribute To the God of Time

I wonder how each moment goes While punctual Time endlessly flows... I know this fellow has got no wings... Nor He is endowed with inherent springs; Then how can He move so quick n fast... Adding to the pile of the so-called past: Sketches turn into portraits fine... And then fade, at once,within no time; Before u have a chance to regret... They say that its already sunset... The age of Time is like the number of stars Count if u can...the years n hours; Such a powerful fellow...full of spine... Unbeatable is this God of Time.....!