Clock Has Two Hands To Stop My Time Poem by Suguna Prasad Kalvala

I was crying loudly
Cried with hungry
Cried with thrust
Cried with pain
I know only crying
My mother understood
My language of crying
She gave me what
Is needed to me
Days played tricks
Transformed to months
Months played with me
Years passed away
That became my age
Night died
When morning knocked
The door of the world
Day went away when
Night started occupying
The day light
As days passed
My age grown
And my life is reducing
Mother went away
With a night
Father disappeared
With a day
Time shown its
Magic
I remember my
Running to the school
I remember my
Playing with my
Child hood friends
How the time disappeared
I am not able to remember
How I grown up to this age
Why time is very cruel towards me
Though I did not do any harm to it
It made me orphan
Though I did not do any harm to it
It has taken away my childhood
Time of course it is showing
Its magic
One day it may call me
To join her and take rest
With in her arms
Time – who can challenge it
Time will never takes rest
It never leaves its duty
One has to learn its
Devotion to wards work
Let me pay my respects to it
As I do not know when
Two hands of clock
Join hands to stop my time
By pressing my neck