Lekhny composition -13-Apr-2022
Time is endless in thy hands my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes...
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait....
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flowers..
We have no time to lose.
And having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late....
And thus it is that time goes by.
While I give it to Every querulous man who claims it.
And thine altar is empty of all offering to the last...
At the end of the day I hasten in fear last thy gate be shut.
But I find that yet there is time..
....... .On missing a dear one..
.......... Let me not forget..
Dachana Manhas..
Punam verma
17-Apr-2022 08:45 AM
Nice
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Sobhna tiwari
15-Apr-2022 09:07 PM
Nice👌👌
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Reyaan
15-Apr-2022 04:02 PM
Nice 👌
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