Time

A truth or spy
Time comes and says bye
The roar that sounds
And fades in secret impounds

It waits for nobody
It stands with its own buddy
Time is harsh and serene
Though it is fast and hurrying
Time is a thought or belief
Its we to overleaf
We stand over it
Or drown near it

It has no mercy or faith
It just passes unscathed
It turns back when it is ordered
Or uphold its journey when not ordered

Somebody has harness of time
Its is still bound and mime
We the thespian who performs
On its saying and die due to reforms
Is of no mean as its duty
Is to massacre and impurity


Though it has the one
It has other which is good one
Time and its advantages
Are realized and it never wages
We feel it and try to capture
The thief who is talented than our fracture

The thinking of time when performed
Or written down have always outperformed
Time when with us, termed as luck
When away, we describe it as bad luck


However the production of time
Comes automatically after chime
That throngs our altitudes
And starts new multitudes

Immortality would be perfect
And more chastity would also be perfect
It is away from its family
That surrounds the vast universe lily

The world of tomorrow
Comes day after sorrow
Away from anyone
Comes in someone
Goes from someone
And feels to anyone
It is procedure that never ends
It pedals until its tired hands
But beware there are still whirlpools
That comes in vast time schools
Time is infant yet to be milked
It never grows to adult as it always yields