time... Dear time....
Time, my dear time, you have been,
The most wanted by men,
On the move and idle alike,
Not even been to spare a moment,
Even to dream since the loans are here,
To care of one and all needs,
And the damsels have shifted from dreams,
To web for dates; share and chat,
All that they want is
Indulging the thrills of a rare rape,
That comes for a few lucky women.
So true like always, you stand
Never still, and drives us guys nuts.
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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