Time is the mightiest they say-
Lonesome, shroud and adamant,
It lingers for none
Doesn’t wait for that someone
Promises love to no one.
It advances, on and on
Befriending only dynamic souls,
The foes left with regretful holes
Ruthlessly it curses, and goes on.
Ever wondered about mighty memories
How gracefully it hovers by
A beautiful echo of the past,
Spellbound to surrender, a mystic lullaby;
Wind drools in silence, rivers it dried
Leap of days and reality
A home to soul, in ruins of past I do find;
Helplessly stuck at the whims of heart
It is the time which is undermined.