About Time Poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
About Time
Ringing with a chiseled knock-
Dong from my grandfather’s clock;
Halts pure silence to the shock,
Tells the time with a grand rock,
The coming which time does flock.
Yes, it is time that doesn’t lock,
Time that hour is set to mock.
The hour that time does stock,
The hour around the block.
When time moves runs the tick tock.
Time moves on to take its walk.
Its soared passing does not dock.
Time is eternal as Chitra says...it rolls along with the unending space
This poem is really great. The rhythm is nice nad lovely to read
A beautiful poem with a good flow and a skillful depiction of Time...
We all are moving in the infinity of Eternal Time. What stands registered in our minds (illusions or delusions) is correlated with an attempt to define, re-define or refine The Eternal Time! ! !
a very well written poem.meaningful and beautiful
Time is like the wind! It never has an end, nor a beginning! The greatest enigma for us human beings! - Raj Nandy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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time and its non-stop ticking..reminds us of so many things...which come and go but what remains in between is the ticking...time is eternal..