Prisoners of Time

Time to born, time to die

We all are prisoners of the time

 

It seems we all in freedom keep

But bound in time and season sleep

 

We run and rush to chase in pride

Hoard all with hands but empty ride

 

Our lives spin, but pattern same

Few dreams realize, A futile game

 

We sleep in hopes , new message dawn

But open eyes in sameness moan

 

In life we want good times returns

Renew our strength, new spirit stern

 

We all are but slaves of time

Bound in days and Age chime

 

Who has stolen my days of life ?

Unfinished tasks, Few aimless stride

 

O man run not against the tide

We all are prisoners of the time

 

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One Response to Prisoners of Time

  1. Jane says:

    A very nice and well sketched picture of Lifee and time with beautiful words, Blessings

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