Lekhny composition -05-Feb-2024
Open (time is money)
In a world where seconds weave the cost,
Time the currency, forever lost.
Tick-tock echoes through the day,
In every moment, a price to pay.
Minutes minted, seconds spent,
Counting coins, a life's intent.
For time is money, they proclaim,
A fleeting fortune, a transient game.
Work the hours, the clock's demand,
A race against time, in shifting sand.
Amidst the rush, a truth unfolds,
We trade the precious for material holds.
But ponder, as the hours fly,
Does wealth in time bring a richer sky.
For in the balance of coin and hour,
Lies the essence of life's fragile flower.
Mohammed urooj khan
08-Feb-2024 11:12 AM
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Punam verma
06-Feb-2024 09:58 AM
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Reena yadav
06-Feb-2024 08:24 AM
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