No Turning Back Poem by Uttam Biswas

The whole world is rushing backward.
Only I am heading further.
It is as if I am holding the whip of a gigantic machine
who is under my order
and afraid of the lashes of it.
The monstrous machine knows know looking back.
It only knows how to go forward. Sometimes I feel that I am rushing towards the future living behind me a bucketful memorable and sweet past. The machine is heading towards its destination.
I am inside it and outside a sound is created by the clash of air with the machine.
The sound informs me about its speed and speedily I am heading towards the future.
On the way some uncertainty hindered the speedy machine.
It slowed down to a stand still and few moments have passed by.
We know that the whole universe is in a motion.
Imagine what would happen if the planets come to a stand still.
What would happen if the earth stops revolving round the sun? ''Destruction'' - is the answer.
Where interruption is obvious,
there destruction is a must.
Let the machine run uninterrupted
towards the future. Let us not count our proceedings with interruption and Solemnise destruction.