Axis Of Time Poem by Ashok Bhatia

Chaotic randomness
Of elements of life,
Turns into a straight line
Over the axis of time

Screeching motion
Stranded quietness
Fast lanes
Submissive verges
Shattered wings
Not so simple souls
Yearn for peace

For he who flew
Apparently –
Breaking shackles
Created foot prints
And passes
On the sands of time
The golden letters blew
Blown over by the tides
Winds of age
Smudged, vanishing
The prints, and the feet.