Time
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
Chimerical in your pursuit
Of "people"kind's destiny
Magical in your changing hands
For if you flew by
You also ticked agonisingly slow
If you bring your revolutions
And rotations of earth
As the space-time curvature
You bring shape to the finite
And infinite points of space
Time, your fleeting self
Makes me your faithful follower.
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