Poetry from Wazed Abdullah

Young South Asian boy with short black hair and a light blue collared shirt.
Wazed Abdullah
Time 

Time ticks on, a constant beat, 
Days and nights in a rhythmic sweep. 
Moments pass, both fast and slow, 
As we watch our lives unfold and grow. 
Seconds tick, hours run, 
Life moves on, one by one. 
In each breath, every rhyme, 
We feel the touch of time.

Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade nine in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

2 thoughts on “Poetry from Wazed Abdullah

  1. Wazed, I am amazed to discover you are only in grade nine. Truly, your poetry speaks of someone must more mature. Please keep writing.

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