Time and tide waits for none,
It is also a great destroyer.
It changes the position of moon and sun,
And make couple of days into a whole year.
It brings happiness, sadness and happiness again ,
By drawing a helpless farmer in a trap of debt.
But it also tries to heal his pain,
After he sells the harvest once it is swept.
So this has been proved many times,
In Shelley's Ozymandias and in Shakespeare's Not Marble,
That the art of poetry and the poetry that rhymes
Will survive while the greedy kings will invade towards hell.
But am not a poet enough,
To write with such strong emotions.
I think and write my words in rough
And then put them together into motions.