The ultimate question

What is time ..

As the time is flying like a wind
I asked to myself what is time
No answer came but a question
Just araised in mind like rhyme

It is nothing but the sum of moments
Which are passing just passing and passing
And when there develops a thirst inside
A whisper comes in mind and starts lying

Then I kept the rest for the future
Thinking that I'll ask at the right time
When moment came I asked my mind
Time just replied My dear ! NEXT TIME

© ✍🏻sidd