The trouble is, you think you have time.- Buddha
At the risk of being considered out of my mind-
Let me tell you the treasure I’d like to find
Of course it’s not money, that’s too obvious
It’s not true love, though that would be a plus
At the pinnacle of luxury sits in my opinion
Time, in all its luxury, the world its minion
Reeling under a time crunch constantly
Time appears to be a precious commodity
Thinking about the luxury of time I remember
Burning summer afternoons steeped in languor
Tucked in dark corners shielded from sunlight
Engrossed in reading, myself lost in delight..
Or the luxury of time when sprawled in the meadow
Under the starry skies, in the warmth of love aglow
Dreaming the dreams of a new life with each other
Time moved slowly, when we dreamt together..
Or the rare luxury of time on a holiday
Waking up early, before the start of the day
And realizing that there is still time to capture
Some more blinks, sending my heart into rapture
These seductive descriptions of time in abundance
Now seldom grace my life with their presence
Each aspect of life follows a regimented schedule
There are no leisurely moments, almost as a rule
Working long hours and being a young mother
Rob me of time, these expenses money does not cover
Excess money is a waste since I cannot enjoy
For lack of time, things that money can buy!
So time is precious, I will reiterate
Its absolute worth I cannot estimate!