TIME

In your journey of mystery and pain,

I float like a paper boat in heavy rain.

In your warm hug of love and care,

I often melt like butter.

In your domain of beauty and miracles,

I play like a kid of innocence and suspense.

In your history of fury and glory,

I search for fall and rise of human story.

I call you time with reverence and fear,

You treat me like a nut every year.

Somewhere, somehow we love each other,

Someday, anyway we part my dear.

Today I bid farewell to a drop in your lake,

Tomorrow I will dream in your huge park.

I pity my ignorance in talking with your soul,

You know I am a romantic with a little role.

-Datla Chiranjeevi Raju