Silent steps of Time
Tiptoe the path we tread,
Throughout our journey
From birth,
Childhood,
Youthfulness,
Old age till our death!

Each moment,
In every way,
Deeds of the present,
Good or bad,
Look engraved silently
On the sands of time

At every step of life
Brewing sorrows, grief, despair
Are merely states of mind -
Flints of bad days;
Insightful endurance
Emits out the pleasing rays
Of the brightest future
In the darkness of cumbrous life.