Shayari Bazar

O! Time is a faerie-maid, dark is her dairy laid:Larders of mem'ry and amethyst lore.But one kiss from her lipsOn your lips as she slipsOne cold hand in your pocket will finish the chore.For her kiss it is sweetIt is death, it is meatIt is sharp as a bone-frost and light as a wheatIn her bed, poppy-redsglimmer bright as she shredsAll your best years of life into raggedy threads.O! She picks every purse with a laugh and a cursebut a beggar she stays till the end of no end.For her girtle is trimFrom the breast to the hem;She must ever stay hungry to eat what you lend.Never thanks, never smile,Such small coinage is vileIn pay for the life-years snipped off of a man.But a kiss for the road- Age and Slumber your load -And a red-lipped farewell where your trouble began.O! Time is a faerie-maid, dark is her dairy laid:Larders of mem'ry and amethyst loreBut one kiss from her lipsOn your lips as she slipsOne cold hand in your pocket will finish the chore.