My World

I am a little soul from the land of Mahabharatha. Sometimes, I feel like Kunti, the Mother of Pancha Pandhav. Often I would feel the torment of Draupadi in the hand of Dushashanas. I like to go back and see with my own eyes an era that had given us a storyline...My World..

Thursday, May 11, 2006

TIME

Once upon a time, there was a man called ‘Time’
He was the greatest of thieves of his time.
He won’t steal your jewellery or your treasure
But he would steal something, which is beyond measure,
He would steal all your health and all your leisure
And as you slog on he would watch with great pleasure.
You will find nobody as cruel as he
A little lenient he would never be,
Be on your guard; it is the only way to stay out of his lure
Let down your guard and you are gone for sure.
He is still there waiting to catch you on the sly
With your precious possessions he would quickly fly
Better be cautious or you will never know
When will come and when he will go.

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