Time Poem by Kishore Asthana

I am where the wind blows across the Prairie
And I am where snows cover the hill
Where tears wash out grave sorrows
I watch the crying, completely still

I move not, nor have ever passed
Yet all measure me going by
As still, I hear them moving past
The trilling laughter, the sibilant sigh

You know me not, though I am here
Silent, unmoving, calm, sublime
As you rush by, often confused
Calling me your Father Time

You thought the Sun moved and you were still
Till someone discovered what was true
So it’s with me, as you pass me by
Convinced I am moving and not you

Your Seers know this and they have said
In the ‘real’ world, Time is not
But they don’t mean I am really dead
Just, not ‘passing’ as you thought