Time
I am the time
Nothing matter to me
Who is arrested
Who is given clean.
I am flowing
In my own way
Like the river Nile
And going towards
The timelessness the sky.
I am the time
Some thinks
They are more strong
And longer than
Let then think
I am flowing
On my own way
With white with blue
With yellow with red
To serve You.
I have given you
Sufficient opportunities
You avail and get peace
Or perish under my
Chariot that is cold
That is hot
I am nothing to disturb.
gajanan mishra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-903/
