The Time-Poem of the week-43

The Time

I asked a stranger who he was.

He said “I am close to you, not very far.”

“If you recognize me, I am worth million Dollars

If not just a lost sailor.”

“Try to use me now I am very perishable

I am not that which is reusable.”

"All know me, everywhere I am prime 

I direct and control all, my name is Time"

Bishwa Raj Adhikari