Mismatch Poem by Namita Rani Panda

Mismatch



Your time and my time rarely match
Like the second hand you run faster
After name and fame, wealth and pleasure
You leave hurriedly with a promise to return again
I, like the hour hand continue to stagger behind you with pain
With the hope to be reunited with you again
But you never have time to stop a while to feel my pain

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