That tranquil Time’s
Fierce thorax,
On which I stir counting fingers…
Still hours, feeble minutes and shy seconds
Years of sensing, every moment…
Inhumane Time!
That never accelerates,
On the tears of eyes,
That never perforates
On the wailing of mind...
Every bits of nerve,
Get lost
Under the veil of that unknown island
But never reaches
My soul(s)…
Seated on the bank of river,
I drifted
Boundless paper boats
But that abysmal stream of Narmada
Might not make it reach
And this vicious time did not evanesce…
No comments:
Post a Comment