Time, yours and mine
Let time pass for me, as it does for you
Whoever is low, pulling the other, up & high
Bending when needed
To let the other climb out, when down
And when all is well,
Hand in hand, owning our time
And doing with it, what we will
As a potter molds his clay, into a thing of beauty
Shaping time, as our fondest dreams
So that we’re complete in each other
And all around us shines our joy
Making fulfillment more than a word
And time more than a passage
For you and me, and all we touch.
Kishore Asthana
kishore.asthana@gmail.com