Growing age of a creature,
time's travelling fast.
Like a wind surfing,
blowing in the midst of night.
A wave raging,
in the river or ocean high.
Time is like the sand,
penetrating from our hands.
From the single to the last breath.
Overflowing from the thunderhead.
Time may navigate or be a doom,
it can create or destroy one's life tomb.
It'll wait for none, time's sailing high.
Can never be reversed, once it has walked by.
Like a wine it is, never regained.
It is a thirst which can't be quenched.
It'll inspect you at every place,
no one will be there for clue.
There are miles and miles to be sailed.
Haste, O Haste! Time's not waiting for you!
Don't ever deceive time,
as it'll give you a return.
The deceiver will be vitiated
and will infect others' existence.
From rich to poor an poor to rich,
It has the key to exploit one, even in the mist.
No loss when wealth's lost
but when inner self and confidence's lost, everything's lost.
Time is lofty, climbing is hard.
Don't be foolish as it goes fast.
A heinous crime it is, to be hypocritic,
as it'll time and again examine you as a critic.
I am telling you time is precious,
Don't be a nitwit to waste it.
It'll see if you're careful; observes
concludes and destiny's fulfilled.
Every moment is special
They should be preserved.
Time and tide waits for none,
action, therefore, straightaway should be taken.
Because time is like the sand,
penetrating from our hands.
It is like the sand,
penetrating from our hands.
