It's new year eve again,
And I am happy,
But a little bit pensive too.,
Silently I hear the clock tick,
And watch the tiny moments,,
slip from my hands,
Like grains of sand,
In the hourglass.
Time ---the mightiest of the mighty,
The subject of eternal wonder,
wrapped in folds of mystery,
Defying all human wisdom,
At defining its peculiar history.
I, too, often wonder,
As to how its unseen hands,
manage this vast universe,
Its myriad life forms,
And even insensate things.
Like a traveller ever on the move,
It goes on forging ahead,
Turning days into months and years-
Centuries and millennia.
On what fateful day of yore,
Did it set out on this unique voyage,
What undiscovered continent,
Is it headed forever to ?
And here we are trying,
To bound its eternal run,
Into the frames called tenses,
Past, Present and Future.
But where are the lines of divide,
Or do they at all exist?
My mind is dwelling again,
On this perpetual riddle -
About the nature of Time,
That always seems beyond,
The knowledge of human minds,
Through all the ages bygone.
As to how its magic wheel,
Carries us always forward
On the cycle of past and present
To the future ever unknown!
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