Times come
As you desperately want to go to the past
And relive in it
Correct it as per your present
And fetch the person you lost
But no
You know you can’t do it
That is the wrath of life
If it curses us
Times come
As you frantically want to run into the future
And prelive in it
Shape it as per your present
And forget the person you never going to see again
But no
You know you can’t do it
That is the worse of life
If it punishes us
You are stuck to the present
However bad it may be
However gloomy it may be
However torturous it may be
That is the cruelty of life
If it tests us!
