Grimace of Time

Like the grains of sand in an hourglass,
Raining down rapidly in a showery mass,
Time accelerates faster and fast,
Leaving no time to regret the past,
There are bonds to be mended,mistakes to be undone,
Ideas to be worked and new lives to be redone,
The mechanisms of time leave us no trace,
Of where we can rewind our lives to some mystic place,
There's no time left to lament,
So just brighten every moment,


Have the clocks been feeding on speed,
Or is this some devil's phenomenal greed,
No fire or storm are steadier in pace,
To overtake this extraordinary machine of race,
How the past brushes by like a breeze so smooth,
While time enslaves chores in a disguising soothe,
All that's left are the ruins from sorrow,
And the debris of the plans of tomorrow,
There's no time left to lament,
So just decorate every moment,


Dead is the sinewy in mankind's veins,
The potency of the soul now binded in chains,
His deeds forged from his sins of evil,
All he can do now is accept the peril,
Time now laughs with his jaws open wide,
His face glows just as he swells with pride,
Believes he that acts deserve punishment in equality,
And responds to the pitiful with a look of frivolity,
There's no time to lament,
So just enliven every moment,


By Mohammed Farhann