TIME THE OLD GIPSY MAN
Time like an old gipsy man, continues to
move in his caravan, -
Through the myriad constellations and
galaxies,
Across the heavens and our seven seas!
It can neither be tempted or enticed to stay,
With all our worldly treasures on display, -
Even for a single day!
But once in a way that gipsy man old,
Hitches up its caravan I an told,
To some dazzling celestial star,
That sheds its light on us from far!
He moves in celestial spheres with time’s
eternal flow,
Breaking the shackles of bonded time of our
earth below!
The caravan keeps moving in its diurnal
rounds,
Moving in stealth without a sound!
Old gipsy man time, do come my way,
So that I may hitch a ride, to escape time’s
bonded sway!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
23 Nov 08
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