Ride Over Hard Time Poem by Sumit Ganguly

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.