Wandering Time

a poem by Abhimanyu Tiwary

Time running so fast
Like nothing would, perhaps last
Each pages of one’s life
Has some tough and binding strife.

Page one starts with the day
Two may like more to stay
Page three as usual with lots of hu haa
Fourth estate has, but little, punctuated saga.

I stare at the big canvas on the hem
No wonder, next day, it has a fem
Yesterday is gone and tomorrow never comes
Live the day with all your whims.

From the today’s dawn to dusk
Time is enough to smell the musk
Sit, plan, dream and do the more
You cherished ever and could never galore.