Vishal Dutia

Time has no throttle, it moves at its pace
Sometimes it moves fast, sometimes at a slow pace
It’s a fleeting moment, never to return
A precious commodity, we should learn

It ticks away, seconds, minutes, hours, and days
It never stops or slows, come what may
It’s a constant reminder of what’s been lost
Of memories that fade, and lines that are crossed

Time is a river, flowing endlessly
We cannot stop it, we cannot make it flee
It’s a force of nature, beyond our control
A reminder that we’re mere mortals, taking a stroll

So let us cherish the moments we have
For time is a gift, it’s not ours to grab
Let us make the most of every single day
Before time has its way, and takes us away