Time ,calculated, yet careless killer.
From sundial to
sunset,
Stop watch
to alarm,
We conscript Time’s ringtones
and ding dong
sounds.
Yet Time passes, duty conscious
Free of its
moves,
In its own orbit
and stipulated
Pathways. Surreptious, it kills
And make
inroads into our
Suffering self
and seamless
Ambitions. Yet it passes off.
It pierces through
a wrestling match
Or a
matador or cavalry.
It passes
like burning embers
The gasified burial ground
Or mounds
of heaps of wood
It does not
care or stop,
Time
with Eternity’s self passes.
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