Passing are the days of remorse,
pulling time with their ploughs
in the garden of thoughts
harvesting fruitless faults.

Life crossed the boundaries of humanity,
mankind didn’t reach out with stupidity.
the sleighs ride till infinity
but tick tock prides with dignity.

Not man is ready to be alone,
in this world of shards and cold.
He says ‘if time was money I need a loan’,
the interest is double the life we long.