Damn! this ruthless pedagogue Time Doesn’t you comprehend age-old feelings Hold you the power to stop those quick tickings Anguish follows joyous facial expression When it's all over in a moment — her sweet talks. When did our talks sway through hours? I don't know but let's pause it for eternity Time aid me this once, I will step with you afterwards Look, her smiling face with dark circles under eyes Toll of late night spent time with books. I wish I become a book of her taste She will stare at my whitish marked face Guide her to sail through that bullshit exam You prolong the night, brother Time I won't ignore your Lessons– "Why are you standing like dumb clown? Bro, we will be late for our exam Don't tell me you are planning to fail thrice."