Time was once lying all alone on her bed
None was with her, not a single soul mate.
When fortune started falling flat on her
Flattery seized her tight and hard so far.
Time was once under the evil weather
Covered herself up with an odd leather.
Went all around the city for an ace doctor
A quick recovery turned her into a dictator.
Time is now running fast with the wind
Leaving her dirty pasts still unassigned.
When the seventh heaven will fall down
What will Time do after losing the crown?
- Author: Aktarul Islam ( Offline)
- Published: September 15th, 2023 06:06
- Category: Special occasion
- Views: 5
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