PASSING TIME <br />I see the beautiful sunrise, and watch the <br />flowers that bloom; <br />And have my cup of tea, in my study <br />room! <br />I grab my morning papers, to read how <br />those terrorists had struck! <br />When an old friend suddenly rings up, <br />What a stroke of good luck! <br />He invites me to join up for lunch, <br />And to view a new play; <br />‘‘Let’s pass some time together, for old <br />time’s sake ’’- <br />Is what he really says! <br />The day slowly passes, and I see the <br />setting sun, <br />I sit down to read, write and watch TV, <br />Before the day gets done! <br />But when I go to bed, sleep never easily <br />comes you see, <br />And I lie awake in bed, when this thought <br />occurs to me, - <br />‘Have I been passing my time, - <br />Or has time been passing me’? ! <br /> <br />- Raj Nandy <br />- New D elhi <br />- 02 Dec 08 <br /> <br />(A poem on time – dedicated to Mamtaji!)<br /><br />RAJ NANDY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passing-time-10/
