Daily Times

How precious is time,

Like the winter of South Asia,

And a summer of England,

We are never able to tell,
that it has passed by,

As joy makes us forget the fragility it holds

When a loved one is fading away,

And each memory forms a wrinkle on our skin,

Time loses us in a maze, called love,

Time loses us in a maze, called life

But how cunning is time,

As it does not take a different route of the maze,

But rather, disappears into thin air,

Making us fools,

Watching us follow paths never discovered,

Open new doors never opened before,

To find the one thing,

That cannot be found any longer

Published in Daily Times, August 29^th 2018.