A Watchful Argument Poem by Gautam Sen

I was in no mood of pushing me out today,
I was in no hurry of being duty bound.
Amazingly I was rewarded with a marvel
of getting one oppressed mind,
opening its voice out against the bonded labor ship.
My tired feelings suited his urge to whine.
I kept mum and showed my veiled indulgence,
thought how great it'd be heeding to his antagonism.

'Ticking-tock – the only talk set for us
while both my hands keep toiling, '
raging wrath flushed –
'Traversing on the same old path
just for a silly reason.'

'Carry on; today I'm having time for you,
and you too are aptly vocal, ' I murmured.
'I'm now tired and don't want to tell you
time, time and again, ' his vexed voice
seemed perfect, 'no more the same job,
It'll be only the count down of your life;
understand? '
'I exactly understood.
You need a company now.' I whispered.
Time has reached its own moment
to ask us: 'Whom am I meant to help?
Actually no one, barring a few -
You've all just exploited me.'
I hanged a tiny lady's wrist watch
just beside my old Grandpa Wall Clock.
One day suddenly both of them stopped running.
I didn’t want to disturb or wind them
to set to motion again.
Let them swim in a pool of emotion,
let it be their grand honeymoon.