Swift Time Poem by shakil ahmed

Swift Time
(a poem by Shakil Ahmed)

Time is running like the shooting stars
With an astounding pace
Consuming all pain and sorrow,
Suffered by mortal men.
Time sneaks like an invisible ghost
Panting, groaning and murmuring
Without a pause or a snooze
Leaving behind hovering kite
Time moves ahead scuttering
Like rodent hare of dense forest
No one knows, where it goes
Consuming thousand devastating nights
World is rushing towards a silence
River is rushing towards an ocean
An infinite darkness waits ahead
Where time will bow down its head
A jubilant get-together is waiting ahead
In the lap of infinite darkness
Where time will halt forever, and
An eternal silence will reign
Then a glorious light will shine in glitter
And swift moving time will never slither