The Scent of Time
Time rushes along like a bullet train
Whether we're concerned or unknown
And leaves a trail of scent at every twist and turn
At every stop, for hours, when we wait and stand
Or when smilingly we pick up a childhood friend
And skip the beat of time and go along to shake hand
We do smell the scent of time when winter grows too weak
And coughs feebly who was once very stout and at its peak
And spring comes with its breeze and into Nature's ears gently speaks
Arise and awake and bloom amidst offshoots many
As cuckoo sings to Henna, champak and jasmine
And bees hum around and lovers share kisses many
Time too leaves a scent when our action speaks louder than our word
Or as and when we grow up from stupid Kalidas to the greatest bard.
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