Pradnya Surve
Just a minute
The clock ticks
Warns me
I have a minute
Sixty seconds
It stares at me
It has plenty of room
For something new
The next sixty seconds
Could change everything
I have to dare
Everything is spinning
I have to be part of it
Every minute is eternity
The clock ticks
Tells me
It is a new minute
It is a new hour
It is a new day
Cherish it.
- Pradnya Surve
- Photo by Malvestida Magazine on Unsplash
Pradnya, a lovely one on the gift of time
Lovely!💚
Lovely poem, ma’am. I love how you have highlighted the quick passage of time and the urgency to act, NOW💚
True, every minute is new minute.
Yes .. the time..
Beautiful poem
Lovely one ma’am.💚