To London's Clock Poem by Naveed Khalid

You look at every passer-by
As if he is your acquaintance
When lopsided you walk past
Thy old days young or young days old;
And the daylight stars you count them at night:
Mother of our harvesting children,
Blest with every moment of eternity,
Full armour thy shield
Stand witness to
The difference of time- -
And time, they say, is money
For as long as you have it,
It is worth a heaven,
Always on wings
Against nature's timelessness,
Which can never be spent in the end,
Except that the compass moves along the line,
Would draw as big a circle
That thy heart's desires can stretch you
On a phantasmal oasis;
While I, to whom you vouchsafe this dream,
Am too poor to run by the clock,
Not to think of making my both ends meet,
Until I find myself standing at 90 degree,
Exactly where I started from,
Though time has changed at 12 O Clock,
Yet not for me since we parted,
I remember you for one minute's silence,
Lo! not same be the world,
Nor the mirror that still
Hangs up there on the wall,
Makes faces at each of us,
Mocks our liberty,
Round and round grows fatter,
Bigger everyday from behind the scene,
I see your big smile face.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: August 10,2012.

* Title Revised: From To London's Clock To A Big Ben