Time or I

Am I the victim of Time?
Or the body with time entwined!
Why at times I find all gloom?
Sometimes like a rose I bloom!

Is Time boyhood, youth and age?
Set for variant worldly stage!
Or I shuffle up Time in phase?
In the process muffle up cage!

Is Time my mind?
Or my mind Time’s game!
Or with fame and shame
Goes on time game?

Is time liquid?
Like money takes shape!
It in a moment
A king a pauper makes!

While I win the game,
Crowd full throated cheers!
While I lose the game,
The same crowd jeers!

For all these questions
Life plays Puck,
On each other
We pass on the buck.

*Inspired by Tony Avila Sampson beautiful poem ‘Time’ on Poemhunter.com

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narain, jay p.
Nice poem with deep reflections.
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Gerard Lebel
Such a soul searching time piece! A most enjoyable read!.....Jerry (*_*)
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Raj Arumugam
very perceptive lines on time...memorable phrasing too...
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Lynda Robson
No one can stop time, a very well written piece CP
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Eyan Desir
You had fun with this piece
 
seema chowdhury
We are all victim of Time , that moves forwrd without any interuption or flaw.
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Cat
time is as it is, and them onward.. lovely work.. Cat
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narain, jay p.
Excellent poem.
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T A Ramesh
Time and tide wait for none!
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RAJ NANDY
As per modern science , ' 'time' began with the Big Bang ! But it really remains as a convenient device for us Earthlings to gauge the past , the flowing present ,and for projecting our minds into the future of things ! Time by itself has no existence ! It remains as a 'mind's game' ! We may exist in time only for a while , to be devored by boundless eternity ! Thanks for sharing , -Raj
 
treelight
an excellent write my friend!
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Fay Slimm
A most interesting read about time and its effects - thank you for posting it my friend.
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Tribhawan Kaul
Time knows no one. It hurts. It heals. Time makes the people change. An engrossing poem,Sharmaji.
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