M. Asim Nehal

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Gone Past The Clock And Calendar - Poem by M. Asim Nehal

We are running against the time and the dates,
Clock keeps reminding three aspects of life,
Age, emotions and gains,
Age settings are default, it will always increase.
Emotions swing like pendulum between content and discontent
Gains are our account
showing what we earned in this life and for hereafter.
We all want to go past the clock and calendar
Although they keep us reminding of our existence,
life around and blessings.
How fortunate we are to be with it or
unfortunate not to be? ..For you to decide!
Well, I am gone past the clock and calendar
and waiting for others to join…
This waiting is a long waiting
since I have no deadlines to meet,
no targets to achieve and no goals to attain.
All my waiting is for the final call by Almighty ……
He will summon and we all will obey,
This clock and Calendar kept me so busy all the time
that I hardly got time to imagine without them.
Now when they are not around I realize that
all my body movement have stopped,
Heart beating no more, mind exploring no more,
eyes see the unseen, ears hear new sounds,
Stomach lying flat and want no food,
Veins passing no blood and all emotions gone.
Dust, we all hate it, isn’t it!
We wear cloth; shoe to protect ourselves isn’t it!
I am part of it now.
I am with those, I hated the most.
All stand still like sky, like standing tree or a rock, motionless.
Images of what I did in this world is passing by,
showing me good deeds and bad deeds,
Which I did knowingly or unknowingly,
I have no control, whatsoever, to amend it.
Further I have no power even to push even tiny little creature
like ants and termites,
They are eating my body, the body I loved so much,
I cared so much even a little pimple or a dimple or a cut would take away my sleep and make me restless,
Is now at the mercy of those creatures.

I do not hear what people say about me
nor do I get any information which I use to get with all those gadgets, even mobiles are alien to me now
and outer world I wonder whether I lived there? ? ? ? ?
I spent 60-70 years adjusting to the tunes of world and its culture, society and other norms and all gone now,
all pleasures ended with a bubble burst.
Only the values I inculcated in my offspring
is never ending reward for me so long they do good deeds.
Take some time out and visit your final place
of resting and find out how you see them from your world
which digress you from the right path.

Topic(s) of this poem: deaths, life and death

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Gone Past The Clock And Calendar by M. Asim Nehal

  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/16/2016 5:42:00 AM)

    Life and death
    Running against time! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

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  • Woru Sulyman (5/3/2016 4:13:00 PM)


    great poem...deep with meaning. (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (12/8/2015 6:27:00 PM)


    We are running against the time and the dates,
    Clock keeps reminding three aspects of life,
    Age, emotions and gains,
    Age settings are default, it will always increase.
    Emotions swing like pendulum between content and discontent
    Gains are our account
    Amazing poem, that's not only as a good poet but as a good Accountant as well.
    (Report) Reply

  • Mihaela Pirjol (11/6/2015 10:42:00 AM)


    It comes a time in one's life - usually around the age of 40 (speaking about myself) when you start to realize, that all your life you've been trying to adjust yourself to the rhythm of this world, trying to be part of it, forgetting the magic of childhood years; and then, you can no longer do that - you feel to live and dance to the rhythm of your inner music. I can relate to this poem; it addresses the most important matters of life. A thoughtful write! (Report) Reply

  • (11/4/2015 4:45:00 AM)


    Wonderful poem, beautifully explained Only the values I inculcated in my offspring
    is never ending reward for me so long they do good deeds.
    Take some time out and visit your final place
    of resting and find out how you see them from your world
    which digress you from the right path.
    (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 31, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 20, 2015


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