Ride Over Hard Time Poem by Sumit Ganguly

Ride Over Hard Time



Occasionally Time saws saw dust,
wind, light, trees and stars give big hands
sweat and tears run in spate,
the hill of saw- dust encloses sun.

So long the spirit remains an onlooker,
waiting for a scope to raise head,
for it knows, nothing is static in this world,
and the revolving sphere does not spare Time too.

As the spirit starts to blow its fist of fury,
Time gasps, seeks help of friends
wind, light, trees and stars resist
but mid day sun energizes the spirit.

Now the spirit holds a leash of 'Time'.
friends of Time change blocks,
sun sets to wish good morning at next dawn
and the world smiles at the rejuvenated spirit.

Friday, July 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: spirit
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 01 July 2016

Time and life! To uplift the spirit. Nice work.

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Sumit Ganguly 01 July 2016

Thang you for your inspiring comment.

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