Some try to race against me
Many others have much of me to spare
A few try to catch up with me
Tides and I are the greatest of saints
Sorry we said not waiting even for giants
We do our jobs marching stoically in trance
Brooding not over the blames or airing the laurels and fames
The past, present and future
I hold no attachment with
On the leafy lotus as pearls and hue
So all you mortals, enmeshed in my web
Take a leaf from my book and enjoy the glory of lib
