This Too Shall Pass

Time has kept us all earthlings twisted on its finger,

Right upto the final whistle, our Lifegame is a cliffhanger. 

Yet without its timely run there would be total chaos, 

As it has orderly eternized Cosmos's Harmony of Ethos. 

First time I heard Time speak, fell for it head over heels, 

Its rich baritone voice managed, a teen's heart to steal. 

In no time it shattered, cognized SAMAY telling us its kahani, 

Was a voiceover done by Harish Bhimani. 

From corridors of school, college to university, 

Time whipped us into toeing its line with no pity. 

Dread the sight of its hands, on a clock's face sweeping, 

Wish gears on its timepiece stopped counting and keeping.  

Seconds, minutes, hours, weeks, years go by in precision, 

Forcing denizens and Nature to make timely decision. 

Grow and attain goals within a time-frame to cherish, 

Or be left behind in the race, to wilt and perish. 

Career-time revealed its bitter sense of humour, 

Kept us on tenterhooks, in the midst of clamour.

It devised ways to prove our presence well on time, spot on. 

On its device, our digits type digits to impress upon. 

Such colossal power, wonder if it all ever gets to its head,

But then with a screw-down crown, its hubris can be shred.

In life's halftime, have faced its mercurial temper, Alas! 

Good, bad, ugly, to sum it all up ~ this too shall pass.