Oh! Bother.

Oh! Bother,

Why to fly,

Why to cry?

Why does the time fly past?

In love,

Why things are so dumb?

Oh! Bother,

Why to think and why to be aware?

When we are and things are in such a state?

Oh! Bother,

Would God help us or shall we take a break?



Time When It Does Think.

Time the master,

Has no time for anyone.

It runs in competition with itself.

But in few cases, maybe one in a billion, time does pause to think whether it is right or wrong.

Time when it does think,

It does see its folly.

A big realization hits it and time ponders about its work.

Very few are the lucky for whom such brilliance in time occurs.