Often I wonder, idly as I lie,
thinking of time and how it passes by.
Making airy castles of plans,
to be accomplished in the future,
as time spans.
But in reality, it never accomplishes,
as heaps of work for me never finishes.
Often I wonder, is time the thief,
or am I ?
As work remains pending,
due to procrastination and,
expectations to belie.
Again come the new thinking ways,
but, work remains pending as always.
Often I wonder, at time and its mystic ways.
Thinking of it, I get amazed.
At its bizarre antiquities,
as my soul is fazed.
Time goes on and on,
with its ticking sound.
Keeping us mysteriously and
totally bound.
But time goes on, days pass by.
It brings us close to the
penultimate sky.
Then, it might bring us gain,
but, also lead us to the road
of vain.
Having mountains to climb,
peaks to scale,
at that desperate moment ,
any consolation is to no avail.
Its time, the unique ‘time’,
that brings joy and does blunder.
So, about it ,often I wonder.
About time, often I wonder.
