Punch of the time.

Punch of the time.
P K Routray

Time is a treasure but no treasury can hold it,
Time is impartial and equal to everybody’s credit.
Time is eternal but transitory and ephemeral,
The punch of time is hardly realized by we human mortal.
The measure of one year, a month, a week or a day,
An hour, a minute, a second or a moment in us, does never weigh.
We ignore and forget how to treasure the time,
as if it is infinite and we are immortal and continue to enjoy an unending lives’ chime.
Let us feel the punch of a year from a student who just failed and feel shattered,
for the month from a mother a premature child who delivered.
for the value of a week to a weekly editor let us consult,
for the value of an hour share the feelings of a waiting lover, meeting his beloved how does he exult?
a minute can be explained by a passanger missing a train,
for the price of a second ask a man who just avoided a lethal accident to explain.
for a millisecond a sprinter competing in one hundred meter race can tell,
we are aware and feel the gravity of every incident still we fail.