Athul KrishnaA

(17th august 1997 / Kottayam, Kerala)

41 Clock


There goes my three hands
Lazy, Lazier, Laziest
I am very helpful to you
And help you to do work on time
I am hung on walls
And is always looked at
I think I am the
Most valuable thing in the house
' TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK'
I am a clock!

Submitted: Monday, April 14, 2008

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  • Cathleen Hodgkinson (4/22/2008 11:22:00 PM)

    So true, the clock is the most valuable thing in every house...All over the world we rely on time in all we do...I've enjoyed your perspective from a clock. Very enjoyable. Cathy (Report) Reply

  • Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello (4/22/2008 3:20:00 PM)

    In the movie 'The Strawberry Place' by Ingmar Bergman tho old Professor Borg dreams a clock without its hands. Here the clock of the young Krishna has all three its good hands. What a different set! (Report) Reply

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