Treasure Island

Kishore Asthana

(Lucknow, India)

My Song Eternal


I need a clock, with a luminous dial
That my tired old eyes
Can see
How much of the night remains

I have tried to count the ticks
But with each tick, a memory comes
Making me wider
And wider awake

Yet what is gone
Is gone forever
And now I wait, with bated breath
For it, to ebb away

When I die
Take the fire from my hearth
And let it consume me
That, which kept me alive

I will be born again and again
And yet again
Till infinity
Or till I need the clock no more

Submitted: Thursday, August 02, 2007
Edited: Saturday, March 26, 2011
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