AN OLDEN CLOCK

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I fastened on the wall

Where there creatures crawl.

I spent the day,

Gazing at the opposite wall, where spider play

And also the night,

Gazing at the glittering glowed light…

In the dawn of day,

You awaken from your dream every day.

You glance me with gloomy face.

You go to bath room to wash your face.

And rush

Through your homework,

But always

You fail to complete the work

At the end,

You say,-“I’ll do it in a moment.”

Next day

Steady situation

Is same,

Neither ancient day nor present day,

I’ve a preconception.

Your forefather used me as the same

Before I born

Those were star, sun and moon.

My duty is to point out

The value of time

As a brook flowed throughout

The years from ancient time.

Time is time,

You can neither increase

Nor decrease.

As you growing older,

Day after day

You won’t back to childhood day.

If I were a brisk as you.

Time is precious possession to you.

I’ll run my brain

Better than your brain’s art.

And do hard work not in the vain.

I’ll move along with my heart

But the tale is a painful pain.

My body, no one touch a little part.

Of course, they don’t have a time, or

In I^st stanza, which I have mention.

I never got a goal of tension,

Which I loathe their decor.

Though I revive in such a condition…

Strew and scatter,

As from a crackling cracker,

Sparkle along with shrill sound,

My words among you like a lighting sound,

Be through my lips to not busiest bod.

You build a key of life from rosebud.

“Time is always right

To do what is right.”

Until and unless

You cease to waste of time.

You are the sunless

Earth, you are suffer lots in your lifetime.

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