Time wins and no one else,
You and me are mere puppets.
For once you feel you can have fun,
He makes you repent
With His twists and turns.
Even the slightest impudence you show,
He has His ways of punitive throw.
A glimpse of times that we forgot,
Brings in light, the cause of all thwart.
For me now there is no ambit for atheism,
As in everything I find only Him.
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Time,
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An excellant poem.
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I agree, i felt every depth in this poem.
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An awesome thought. Touch of professional.
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Thank you
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Wish that You will make a friendship poem but i agree with that
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very niceeeeeeeeeeeeee
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Good one well thought
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so reality it’s touch me ,,,,,,,,,thanks all of you
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beautiful expression..makes me wonder though..they said time’s a healer..maybe..it’ll nurse all the wounds it inflicted after all..
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lets hope it does so Abhishek
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beautiful lines…
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Thank you Amrita
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It is beautiful. I like the closing stanza very very much.
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