Poetry session:- The story of time
How are you all, friends, I hope you are all doing well. Today I am going to present a beautiful poem to you. I think you will like the words of the poem. There are several reasons for writing the poem, the poem I have written today is about how we should give importance to time and we should have the idea that we cannot do anything when time runs out.
Friends, time is something that waits for no one. Many times we neglect small moments in life, but later they become invaluable mines of our memories. I myself sometimes look back, and think that this was that day, but how much has changed. Thinking about time, I started writing this poem today.
The story of time
Time passes, without leaving anyone's words,
just like the clouds in the sky slowly float away.
The child who was in his mother's arms that day,
Today he walks, dreaming of many things in his eyes.
I know those little mornings will never come back,
The stories that used to be told standing at the corner of the neighborhood will never happen again.
Where did the afternoon play with friends go,
When a breath of life is lost.
Time is not kind to anyone,
It just moves on, without looking back.
It takes many away, and does not return them,
Still, we dream, hoping to get something new.
We think, we will do everything tomorrow,
But that tomorrow never comes on time.
So today is the time, to talk about love,
Forgiveness, and hug our loved ones.
Friends, I have written this poem just to remind you of the value of time. Because once time is gone, it does not come back. That effort is the real goal of our small lives, so that we can enjoy and love every moment of life as much as possible. What I have written in this poem is a small feeling that has come out of my own life.
Friends, stay well, stay healthy, and stay connected with me to get such poems.
Time is really a precious thing that we all have to make proper use of it.
Your poem is really wonderful.
Time is really not something to be messed with, we all have to treasure it.
Thanks for sharing.
Hello @galenkp, sir. what did I do wrong again? I wrote the poem myself, did I make any other mistakes?
There was a twig which clung tenuously to the branch from which it has sprouted and it had a marvelous view all the way down the lush valley and out to the ocean that lay just beyond the strip of white sandy beach. On that twig was a caterpillar.
I actually didn't understand anything else. What do you mean? Is there something wrong with my poem?
Sir, please look carefully, I think you are a little mistaken, maybe it is what you are saying. I wrote this poem in Bengali and translated it into English.
You can see my poem in Bengali,
সময় চলে যায়, কারো কথা না রেখে,
ঠিক যেমন আকাশের মেঘ ধীরে ধীরে ভেসে চলে যায়।
সেদিন যে শিশুটি তার মায়ের কোলে ছিল,
আজ সে হেঁটে যায়, তার চোখে অনেক স্বপ্ন দেখে।
আমি জানি সেই ছোট সকালগুলো আর কখনও ফিরে আসবে না,
পাড়ার কোণে দাঁড়িয়ে যে গল্পগুলো বলা হত সেগুলো আর কখনও ঘটবে না।
বন্ধুদের সাথে খেলাধুলা করা সেই বিকেলটা কোথায় গেল,
যখন জীবনের একটা নিঃশ্বাস হারিয়ে যায়।
সময় কারো প্রতি সদয় হয় না,
এটা কেবল পিছনে না তাকিয়ে এগিয়ে যায়।
এটা অনেককে কেড়ে নেয়, এবং ফিরিয়ে দেয় না,
তবুও, আমরা নতুন কিছু পাওয়ার আশায় স্বপ্ন দেখি।
আমরা ভাবি, আগামীকাল আমরা সবকিছু করব,
কিন্তু সেই আগামীকাল কখনও সময়মতো আসে না।
তাই আজ সময়, ভালোবাসা,
ক্ষমা এবং আমাদের প্রিয়জনদের আলিঙ্গন সম্পর্কে কথা বলার।