July 27
Time is endless, pure,
Moving with immeasurable speed.
It keeps the universe
In perfect rhythm and harmony.
Like sand slipping through our fingers,
Time quietly slips away.
Not even a single moment
Can be held back by humankind.
Money is but dust on our hands,
A simple medium of exchange.
Lost wealth can be earned again,
But who can ever bring back lost time?
To accomplish every task,
We are given only twenty-four hours.
Within the same span, one becomes a billionaire,
While another is left with nothing.
The world is a puppet in Time’s hands;
It makes everyone dance to its tune.
Not even an inch can anyone move
Against its irresistible will.
From every possible angle,
Time is mighty, Time is supreme.
Those who ignore its value
Fade away without a trace.
Time has hair only in front—
If you wish to seize it, grasp it as it comes.
Once it has passed,
It can never be caught again.
Those who understand the value of time
Move steadily ahead in life.
They tread carefully and wisely,
And plant the flags of success.
One who fails to value time
Is left with only regret.
After it has gone,
Nothing remains within reach.
Yet when the right time arrives,
Everything begins to fall into place.
Even the most tangled affairs
Can be resolved in a single moment.
— Vidya
vidus 
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