PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
Time Alone Is Lame! - Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
Time alone is lame!
Who`ll wait for Time. Right Time; good Time!
Time alone does nothing. Time himself changes nothing.
I`ll be darned! What could be only in his hands?
He is as cold as ice and as hot as summer sands!
The hearsay whispers that He heals wounds.
But broken hearts ache even with iron hands` check.
And treasured memories never ever crack though they may wrack.
Like the sediment of coffee they must be found in the grounds!
Look at the chair over there. Wait and see if it comes very near.
Yeah, every minute counts. But work must run on solid grounds.
Silver efforts make callous Time wise through pure golden use!
He is never ever our master. A dull bystander or a mute onlooker!
A pair of bullocks has to till the arable or arid Time land.
Sweats bathed toil earns the trophy, modest or grand!
When it treats one like one hail-fellow-well-met;
I fear and cast aspersions on the trap so well set!
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