Contempt Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

Time defies my dictate
When, I command
To halt or slow down
At a particular point
And let me enjoy…
It runs faster and teases.

Time defies my dictate
When, I command
To run ever faster
And let me escape
It goes nasty and slow
Slow that teases me.

Time defies my dictate
Against, my command.

I'm deciding to with draw
Keeping no good terms
Throughout, rest of the life
Letting, hell to be with it.
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Ludhiana, Punjab, India.