Poem Hunter
(13 May 1977 / Swabi)


Time comes and go with rushing tide
Leaving things deserted or with pride
The stars cannot wait for long
The moon can not stay any more
The flower is desperately losing heart
The sun is smoothly going down
The child is no more baby
Man is a slave of time
There he cannot disobey the orders
Perhaps not willing to do so
On the horizon time is playing
With souls to meet the rising sun
The moments are counted for man
The seconds are not useless
The night will cut down from life
Every day a leaf or branch cut down
From the green tree of life
Time will remember us all
Time will forget us for ever
We must meet in time
We must love in time
We will not be here for long.

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