Ticking time, a fleeting stream,
Drifting softly, like a dream.
Golden sands in hands so tight,
Slip away in morning light.
The clock, a singer, hums so low,
Whispering secrets time must show.
Its arms embrace the fleeting years,
Holding moments, joy, and tears.
Oh, spend it wise, this gift so rare,
Like moonlight’s kiss upon the air.
Choose the hearts that shine so bright,
Stars that glow in endless night.
For time’s a bird, with wings untamed,
Flying fast, yet never named.
Chase it not, nor let it stray,
Hold it close, don’t waste away.
A friend it stays, but scorns the vain,
It never turns, nor rests in rain.
But with the right, it softly sings,
And paints the sky with golden rings.
So heed the chime, the silent call,
Love and laughter—cherish all.
Time is precious, wise and true,
Spend it well, with hearts like you.
Md Nasim Akhtar Shamsi
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