Poetry

Time’s target

He was once affectionate
He used to find time his fate
Considering me his mate
He used to love to relate
Himself with me at time’s gates

But now he finds no time
To know how abouts of mine
Considers me a waste of time
Avoids spending his time
With me complaining that he’s no time

Time ,give him some time
Some more time to be mine.
Finding himself free from time’s
Grips and grins for some time
seize him not at you, time
@Raji❤