समय के पीछे की दौड़ (The Race Behind Time)

समय हमारे पीछे नहीं भागता,
हमें ही उसका पीछा करना होता है।
हर पल जो बीतता है, खो जाता है,
उसके साथ, हमें चलना होता है।

समय की धारा रुकती नहीं कभी,
हमारे कदम उसकी रफ्तार पकड़ते हैं।
हर घड़ी की कसक, हमें बताती है,
कि हम ही हैं जो समय से चूकते हैं।

वह कभी हमें नहीं छोड़ता,
हम ही उसे पकड़ने की कोशिश करते हैं।
हर दिन नया मौका देता है,
पर समय हमें फिर भी धकेलता है।

समय नहीं रुकता, न थमता है,
हमारी दौड़ में वह खुद नहीं हिस्सा होता है।
समय के साथ भागना ही है हमें,
ताकि हम न पीछे रह जाएं, न थम जाएं।

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