Certain hours make me miss The golden days of childhood bliss When I would stage my own play With imaginary pals and cousins who stay, When I would dance to nursery rhyme Without care for the slippery Time That flows unceasingly, waiting for none As day and night take turns, with the Sun Sailing across... Continue Reading →
Time Pt. 2
Another poem on 'Time' with a philosophical touch
Time
A poem on the wonder named 'Time'
Quatrain #6
Time flies fast Not a moment shall last But the memories of a day Precious or pointless, will stay. -©Surya Ramachandran