THE TICKING HANDS
OF THE CLOCK
HAS ITS RHYTHM HANDS
MAKING IT UNERRING WORK
THE HANDS OF DESTINY
HAS MANKIND IN ITS GRIP
IT IS NEVER FUNNY
SOMETIMES IT HURTS LIKE WHIP
LEAVING MARKS, RED AND LASHING
PERHAPS AGITATED MINDS FASHION IT UNAWARE
NOT WISHING TO AS METEORS FLASHING
TO FALL TO EARTH IN A DOWNBOUND CURVE RARE
LEAVING NO MARKS, BUT WHITE PATH
THE FRAGMENT DETACHED BY ACCIDENT
FROM THE FIERY SUN TO ITS LOWLY GARTH
FLY IT DOES GOVERNED BY GRAVITY UNINTENT
PATH MARKED ACROSS THE BLUE SKY
FACE WHITE AS IF SMOKE OF COOLING EMBERS
DOWN, DOWN, SHE WENT WITHOUT A SIGH
HOPE AND FAITH IN THE SMILE REMEMBERS.....
THE TICKING HANDS
OF THE CLOCK
HAS ITS RHYTHM HANDS
MAKING IT UNERRING WORK
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malini kadir
A strong powerful fantastic insightful mesmerizing poem! How I wish with all my heart to memorize this outstanding poem and recite this wonderful psalm on the banks of the sacred Ganges! So thank you my friend.Yuh's the finest humane poet ever!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A healthy measure of poetic verve and power-driven poignance on display, here...One suggestion...Unless your blanket uppercasing was employed by design for tone-effect, (imo) , the only letters that should be uppercased are those that initiate a new thought or sentence, and of mcourse proper nouns....Strong Penning...~FjR~