Gangadharan nair Pulingat..


A Clock. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

A clock that hangs in the wall
The walls of the world it hangs
The walls of the universe it rests
Precise always in time keeping
Precisely handles by unknown force
A clock that arranged for ever
Nothing it hides or nothing it shows
Where it hangs a mystery
When it rings is also curious to minds
One thing no one can escape the time
The scheduled time it maintains
Where is the clock people asks
That too, too much after spending the life
And expects the rings of the clock
That hears only in minds; not in ears
The design of clock is in such a way
Before modern clocks it hanged here
After expiry of human made ones
This clock will continue its duty.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Life, longevity, and death a symbolic imagination.

Comments about A Clock. by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

  • Valsa George (11/3/2015 4:20:00 AM)


    Time is a clock that runs with precision, so silently without chime that we never know how the seconds and minutes pass! This big invisible clock is hung perpetually on the wall of the universe! Enjoyed the striking image of the clock here that needs no winding or battery! (Report) Reply

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  • Simone Inez Harriman (11/3/2015 3:14:00 AM)


    A thought provoking intriguing poem Gangadharan. Enjoyed....10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 3, 2015



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