A Murder Of Time Poem by ARSHAJ GAIKWAD

Looking far and wide,
My vision now collides,
A thing hard to recognise,
In it's own disguise.
Laughings of the wise,
I dont know what to say,
As many thirsty spies,
Are looting her away.

Soon there'll be no cries,
And neither birds nor flies,
I know it all today,
That there'll be no way,
No fishing at the bay,
No Earthly bonds to bind,
And SHE'LL be ready to slay,
A MURDER of its kind!

We'll never be all as gay,
As an angry tide,
Can wipe us all away,
Leaving none behind.
And so SHE'LL find a way,
To stop HER own slay,
Can you get away
After comitting such a crime?

So think again twice,
And see that you be wise,
To stop this slaughter n slay,
Before time slips away.
Coz then you'll regret,
When SHE'LL be distressed,
Will surely do HER best,
SHE'LL PUT US ALL TO REST!