How great you are !
O Time! you rush forward like a soldier,
But Death cannot seize you,
You know no bounds,
Without restrictions of man-made obligations,
Without taboos of love and sentiments,
Rushing uncared of admiration or praise
That is fickle and shortlived.
You have neither revealed your goal
Nor your purpose.
Who can tame you ?
Who can convince you ?
You steadily walk forward
As if no time to look back.
You grab the moments ahead
While others remain enslaved
To the dose of appreciation.
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