Time Poem by Ananya Guha

against mad rush time is a safety button
you run against it, in strands
sands, clay feet
and then cutting across worlds of indfference
you see a new time, new way and paths to memory
is, what has not, what is
all will be taken into cognizance
where merger is fact
not tact or the fulsome moon
or the rotund goon
but time which is present
an ascent
against mad rush you create
delete, that hyphen- time
a rhyme.

against that mad rush
poetry may happen any time
rhyme, mad hatter
it is just a starter
measurability, mutability


in this mad rush.