Written by: Prasiddha Shrestha - 28008, Grade VIII
Posted on: 21 September, 2023
The time that's lost,
The thing with its costs.
The time that ticked,
The people that it tricked.
The sand is running out,
The more I doubt.
Costed me to abandon the success,
Caused me to confess my mistakes.
Time waits for none,
Let all the regrets burn.
In the world full of pain,
Let the mistakes wash with the rain.
Time is a canvas where memories are painted,
Time is the reason memories fade.
Store your memories in a permanent jar,
Until the day you become one with the stars.
