FAITH, NATURE & INSPIRATIONAL

MARCH OF TIME: a sonnet

MARCH OF TIME: a sonnet


When all is gone and I am reduced to
Nothing more than an ounce of rotting dust,
You too will forget me one day it’s true.
Why should remembering me be a must?

We love but our love can’t be permanent;
The march of King of Time is unfettered.
It nibbles one by one every moment
Of present, which, in the past, is treasured.

My love, when one day you find me no more,
I hope you move ahead from where we are.
A fit tribute it would be for me sure.
I shall wish you all success from afar.

The march of time is unending, constant.
We must keep on moving every moment.



M C Gupta
3 March 2006