Clock Poem by Harshini Priyaa

What has two hands but, can't clap?
It's absolutely a clock
Whose face, merrily seemed to mock.

'Never mind', said the clock
By strucking it's hands around
And vocalized, 'Tick-tock, Tick-tock'

I wondered about the clock,
Whose arms constantly moves
And doesn't get into sleep 💤

But one day, the clock struck and stood
Without moving it's hands.
I was feeling bad for my poor friend
And trying to solve the mystery,
Why it has been stopped.

This got to an end,
When my grandpa, gave it a medicine
To alleviate it's pain
Thus, all the mystery was spoiled and it,
Ran as fast as a speeding train.

Note: In this poem, medicine is literally a battery and it has been used to personify.