An Ode To My Fastest Friend Poem by Sanjukta Dash

Too short but too fast it is
So difficult to keep pace with
It pains at the end
When I fail miserably
To capture it

I try to hold it so intensely
In the tight closet of my palms
But it finds so easily its way out
Like water droplets or fine shining sands
Who are destined to slip out
Despite the mightiest effort to checkmate

Though I fail every time
To make it memorable with
My creative art
My trial again reverts back
Once again I start to follow it step by step
With a new hope that
The much sought after 'time ' will be mine
At least for a while
And it will thank me for the few lines
I wrote to justify its role
Which it never fail to play
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