Clock - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
The clock is made by me.
But it would be wrong
To say I have made this clock.
The wings of the clock
Have their own mystery,
And I am as yet
Unable to read that history.
For the clock, I have lost
Everything and everything.
But everything is there
For the clock.
The clock flows like the river,
The clock is there as before like the sky,
But at par I am not able to fly.
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