For That Stealthy Wink... Poem by indira babbellapati

Every wink is time
for pack up, isn't it,
my friend?
whether we like it
or don't like it
admit it to ourselves
or not admit it
everything will halt
in a wink though we never know
which wink it's going to be
hence, be prepared my friend
when we no longer see
the sun rising at the horizon
when there will no more
any need for clock ticking away
each breath we draw
the wealth we accrue
the odds and ends of
our treasured emotions
will all be frozen with us
what we think as ours
will either be passed on
or discarded with no attachment
our debts, our vengeance
our scorn, anger, envy
our frustrations, disappointments
will all vanish at one frozen wink
with all that freeze our hopes
dreams, targets, success we so much
celebrated and tantalized us
with its attraction and
the defeats we wept over
no matter where one is born
no matter where one belonged to
no matter the places and people one clings to
all will fade in a wink
and be prepared my friend
for that wink that stealthily stops
you on your tracks…