The Great Artist!

Portraying our images

In bright and light tint

Or in dim and dark tone,

Holding our hands in forward trip

Observing our actions nil,

Not waiting for our fate,

The great artist, Time treks

In air without any flaws.

 Enormous in size and

 Undying in life,

 Failing never in duty and

Not getting hindered at hiatus,

Our great Guru, Time,

Who we vastly need

Leads and guides us

Though we fail to trail.

Marching through the lives

Of animate-inanimate things

In their gloom and glee,

Triumph and failure,

Comfort and want,

Poverty and property and

Adversity and privilege

The time takes its usual course.

Throwing us sometimes

Into suffering and affliction,

Squeezing all our juice

By crushing and mashing our mind,

Time rejoices though,

It saves and shelters us also

From the harsh heat of glumness,

Providing solace ample.

Stroking all that

Fall on its zenith

In this wide broad world,

But caring none’s deeds

Looking less left and right,

Allowing nix back and front,

Bothering nil up and down

The Time moves with royal steps.

Positioning itself

On the plane of our life- brook

That flows with the banks,

Namely the birth and death,

Time, the infinite tree

Permits us to twine and climb

For locating and setting

O! Our destiny high.

As the grandfather, the past,

The son, the present

And the grandson, the future

Travelling through the

Track of seconds, minutes and hours

And days, months and years,

Time covers the distance

In myriad of millenniums.

This precious prestigious entity

We can never evade,

But can ever lose,

When we go delayed

With procrastination of things

Without any plans or actions.

So “Never put off till tomorrow

What can be done today”.

Sarala.