Did you know
what was the time?
O, watchmaker,
trapped in your own shadow,
you were yourself a fugitive.
Leaky ethics.
Standing on the edge of
sunken earth, you were facing
an inevitable fall.
Do not take a flight, O time.
Walk with me. I did’t want
to lead you. Why were you
holding on to chaste buds. Birds
were gone. The gravitational
pull will find the targets.
Ah, the molested
intelligence, now wants, no compensation.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: February 16th, 2017 22:31
- Category: Nature
- Views: 6
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