The Watch Poem by Tapas Baidya
The Watch
You are the witness of endless waiting
Writing melancholy by your slowest hand you gift
Sympathy and endurance to a lovelorn
Your fastest hand passes over the period of joy in a moment
The meeting with intimates terminated soon
The rare passion of unfulfilment rests in a bond with
Your middle order hand
This rarity can only be understood by those
Who do not remorse for the conspiracy of time
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4/18/2024 8:19:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Interesting write...good Rema