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Tuesday, 28 June 2022

Every time passes away- A poem by Saima Nadeem

 

Every Time Passes Away

A poem

Saima Nadeem


Every time passes away

Time crosses anyway


Swinging on the moon

Tugging with the noon


Hurrying to school

Or tightening some tool


From getting the wage sheet

To missing the first heartbeat


Carrying loads of regrets

Under some cherished moments


Every time passes away

Time crosses anyway


Losing the closed ones

 Patting the dodging turns


Some faces unveil dark

Stunt tongue can't talk


Affections wear masks

Realities put harsh casts


Carrying loads of secrets

Under pieces of smart cheaters


Every time passes away

Time crosses anyway


Peeping at the wallet in mist

Remembering the long grocery list 


Wrestle against inflation

Looking at nearly station


Sweat leaves the forehead

Can't tell anyone under a shed


Carrying loads of responsibility

Under obligations of nobility


Every time passes away

Time crosses anyway


From exploring the mountain gaps

To wearing the knee caps


People come and go

Leaving footprints they show


From a solace of laughter

To wish for life thereafter


Carrying pain cuts the chest

Under life doesn't stop for rest


Every time passes away

Time crosses anyway


Health, wealth, and love

Earned under fearful rove


Self-blaming in the trance

Would life give another chance


In the arms of heaven

To the feet of a demon


Carrying the cargoes on the shin

Under the wrinkled skin


Every time passes away

Time crosses anyway


Will it be harsh or show mercy?

Why can't guess anything early?


Every turn follows trends

The same situation has many ends


From pleading to pass it fast

To wish of pausing it in past


Carrying uncaring attitude

Under respect even if you're rude


Every time passes away

Time crosses anyway


Wait, don't take it serious

Time reveals its mysterious


Dark chases the sun daily

Does it say "I'm done"? Truly!


It does rise again to confess

Even King has to confront less


Carrying many success stories

Under begging turning into glories


Every time passes away

Time crosses anyway




Every time passes away- a poem






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