Feared by most,
Loved by a few.
Many view it as a ghost,
And the others view it as the morning dew.
Never has it paused to catch its breath,
Never has it held back for a friend.
Never has it stood by to pay its condolences on someone’s death,
Never has it thought of coming to an end.
Some run along its side
The others try to catch up.
Some look up to it with pride,
Some let it go like wasted tea in a cup.
It’s as sweet as pie,
As sour as lime.
No complains no cries
The world calls it time.
By Tarusha Singh
Class 9
Scottish High International School
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Giving words to your beautiful thoughts.. only few can do this,Trusha dear you did it so nicely👌🏻Keep going sweetie👍🏻
You really grown up not a kid anymore, liked the way u used phrases in poem, at such a age u summed up meaning of such a beautiful word. Really mind blowing, outstanding, fabulous,.
Beautifully written.. a meaningful poem…!!
Emotions, philosophy , beautiful words. What else is required in a poem? 📝📝
Some rhyming that was. Great use of metaphors and simile as well. Keep up the good work.
TIME…beautifully defined….at such an age its a great attempt…keep up the good effort Tarusha!!
I’m amazed to see a little girl having such deep thoughts…God bless you dear.
Superb!!
Trisha u define time very well actually I could not understand that you are really a small trusha whom i met 12 year ago love you darling u did a great job proud of you 😘
I am so so happy to read this beautiful composition and am extremely proud too. It effects the beautiful person that you are and the immense potential you have to make this world a much better place.keep going .. you will touch the sky
So nice and precise! Keep rising and shining!