As the clock ticks around slowly,
Nevertheless, with its endurance damn sturdy;
It whistles past you in a jiffy,
And the folks who fail to capitalize feel sorry.
As the clock ticks around slowly,
The present morphs itself surreptitiously.
The morph: regularity of all eons prolonging eternally,
But none to see or talk of this ability,
For humans to change with time visibly ( senescence )
And not just that,
Silent changes, too many do happen, that in fact decides his destiny.
As the clock ticks around slowly,
The morph has been done ingeniously,
The present accumulates itself frame by frame, only
To fuse as the future,Dreamer's reality.
But then yet again 'then future' would be 'that present'.
For as said,humans too change with time placidly.
And in due course of his transition,
His image is caught in time's mirror unflinchingly,
To track his good and evil deeds simultaneously.
And guess what,
The reflection dictates his morph tactfully:
For those, whose image his bright and gaudy,
Time promises a future bright and smooth.
But evil deeds make time shirty,
And its vindictive nature can make your future dumbfounded.
As the clock ticks around slowly,
As the ever spinning life morphs surreptitiously,
Don't feel sorry, Don't have your future stultified;
But start acting dutifully,
By being an epitome of integrity,
By caressing people around you with pure love,
By stretching selfless arms to down and deprived,
By abiding justice and being eco-friendly.
By being truthful to your friends and family.
Then you can feel the morphism sway
And you can lead your life in successful way.
