Acquaintance With Silent Going Poem by Shubham Agnihotri

That tik-tok sound is no more,
Even my wristwatch works from the core,
Now the bright side of the moon is to move,
And I witness the quietude too serene.

Behind the glass of an hourglass
Sand silently slides, in me inside
Somewhere signaling the lone spending.

No bell rings, no voice sings,
Nothing flashes on screen from my pal,
I keep on waiting with heart at all.

My tongue has been used to summon
Every messenger of love on time,
Now it tries to turn over something in the heart
Like the hourglass slides the sand already known
Every piece of it twice, thrice and so on.