This Time Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

It's Time

It's time
For me
To perceive
What's gone
To me
Never
Belonged

People who were
Never mine
Happy strings
They were
Never strong


To absorb
Subliminal Sounds
and fragrance
Of new born
fronds

To retain
Romance
Wait for
Another
chance
To process
All pains
And break
All chains

Now is the hour of
appreciation
Of friends.
Conciliation
With Unfathomable
Terrains.

Experimentation
Full throttle
Revelation
Of God's orders

Realisation
Of Precious life.
Preservation
Of my strife.
Immunity
From vanity.
Security
In brevity.

Yes!
It's my time
To regroup
Return
My self
To primordial
Plane

Little time left
Got to start
All over
Again
With the
Forgotten
Dance
In my steps

visit
The valleys
Where no
Foot prints
Have yet
Been
Left

Scale the peaks
And fly over
Lush blue
Creeks

It's my time
No one else
Can ever
Intrude
And
Once more
leave me
Joyless
As life's
Prelude
Nalini