Simply Complex Time Poem by Akshita Bindal

The sundown sky, belittle my earthly attire.
Sparkling stars, equivalent to desires
.
Tempting me to be cursed by deadly nights.
Behold, your grace with the heights
.
As the calls of death tear you inside between,
the release of heaven, sin, and kin.
With a hope of life, humans are diseased
Both, the content, soul, and sorrow requires
Time.
Time to heal. Time to reveal.

But then you blame it all on time.