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Time

'Time will tell' is a phrase often uttered as well as heard, 
but do we really comprehend what's left unsaid and unheard?
To whom time will tell,
and precisely what's there to be told?
Since, mystery of time in its chest life covertly holds.
For many, time is a great healer,
but for some more than healer it's a ferocious predator, a heartless killer.
Since, when on every front all's fine,
Sunrises and sunsets are bliss alike,
Do we really have time?
Time to stand?
Time to stare?
Time to cherish?
Time to cuddle?
Time to hold on all that's fine and fair?
Do we really have time?
Alas! When everything is in a mess.
When both are equally biting Sunrises or Sunsets, 
It seems time has as if forever halted.
Why then it doesn't quickly pass?
Why then its movements are so slow?
Why can't like an overflowing river time quickly flow?
Why during the grimmest hours time prefers to move at a snail's pace?
Why time at times makes it imperative that the taste of painful memories linger longer in our short-lived lives?
Slow or fast paced the mighty time, of course, is one of the greatest teachers.
No one else can match this never faltering preacher. 
When time is turbulent it shows the world's true unadulterated hues.
And, helps you pick gems from the heap of heartless stones which surround you and always stay near when your life is in cheer.
Time mostly warns that present will transform into past within a blink of an eye.
Therefore,  don't hesitate and for sure go for what's in your heart there and then,
when you have strength to pen your destiny and define your destination. 
Since, once the featherless favorable time has flown ,
Howsoever, you may try land of life turns barren, making it difficult for the seed of joy to be sown and regrown.
The precious time also suggests,
that if you don't act and be wise in your ways,
And waste it always thinking beforehand about what you should and shouldn't say,
It would flee howsoever hard might be your clench,
And, there won't be left any chance for you to repent that you should have done this or that .

















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  1. Perfectly penned down.. beautiful expressions

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  2. Wonderful,Mam. Well said.

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  3. बिल्कुल सही और सुन्दर अभिव्यक्ति

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  4. Good Poem
    Motivational work

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  5. Amazing mam 👏🏻

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