Time chose to speak. And I sat down.
“Who am I?” Time asked me.
I am called by all the names, all the time!
Some call me ‘Good’time. Some say,’Bad’ times!
Am I one or many?
‘Terrible’ time; ‘Lovely’time.
Am I double-faced? Or, am I partial?
some even say,
I am slow; then, they only say, “Time runs fast”. Some say, I stand still!
???? What! Am I stationary or do I flow?
‘Day’ time, ‘Night’ time. Am I so restless? Do I change so much?
I think I belong to all, yet they say, “I have no time.”
“Am I empty?” For everyone tries to fill me!
Fill the time-fill the time! “What are you doing to fill your time?”
I hear it ever so often.
Who am I?
That I am, is certain.
Everyone seems sure, I will always be there.
Time looked my way, now waiting for an answer.
I don’t know. To avoid saying that, I pretend to be asleep.
and exactly a moment later, I heard Time exclaim,
I am not there!
I am not there! Time screamed, pointing at me.
And Time shouted! Joyous this time, I am – not there!!