Play Of Time

Time is a weird thing

It is of no one

Yet everyone runs for it

For the poor, it is a bitch

When in need, it never supports their pitch

A poor who wants it to extinguish

But it never passes at their wish

But at the same time

It is a blessing, for the rich

Who wants it to remain, their ever-constant trip

So time is the same for both the two halves

But one always strives for the basic necessities

And the other is living in luxuries

So it is all about the time's play

Where one can't afford, two meals a day

And other is confused, where to spend the pay

But time does changes

If utilized properly

It does change lives

If worked determinedly

But still, everybody doesn't get in return

The toil they put, to make their lives run

And people continue to departure

Some in despair of leaving the earthly paradise

And some in the hope of reaching it in an afterlife.