Time passes by along the lines of moments,
Some occasions twinkle, some are frozen.
Those hands of the clock are mighty, they’re potent,
They hide a hundred sorrows that are unspoken.
People live their lives and they savor their smiles,
Some have pain as their wives and some have comfort in their files.
The running seconds don’t wait for no man,
Even the eternal one’s wear out for it is the maker’s plan.
– Muzaffar Ahmed