This poem is my first ever English poem as an amateur poet, written about 30 years back when I was a teen and studying in class 12th.
Time leaves all behind,
Joy and sorrow of yesterday
Are the things to be forgotten
And never to mind!
Friends meet and separate,
If you don’t care you’ll be late.
Things are made to be destroyed
So, this life is to be enjoyed.
Yet this enjoyment should be restrained
Or else by time, you’ll be inflamed.
For if you couldn’t grip the sands of time
In your clenched fist,
You’ll move further
But life would be left behind.
So, don’t run after silk or cotton
But try to imprint your name on sands of time,
which would never be erased
But will be listed among the great!
So, to win over time, make your life sublime! 🙂