O dear time,
I blink my eyes and you pass..
pinching my attention..
making  me realize how far you have taken me with you
that when I look back..
I see a long endless bridge of ceremonious past
built with the  bricks of
an immensely spirited childhood
and a carefree wonderful teenage..
and now when I turn back to see forward..
All I can see is the mosaic you have constructed..
with the  streaks and dazzles of an unseen future..
which is calling my novice feet
to walk on its Zigzag path...