Time Poem by Meena Iyer

Time



Corridors of nothingness
beckons
An obdurate thought

Like a volcano
From the very core
Rises lustily,
An irate rebellion

Interminable footprints of time
Witness mute
Marks the passage of regime

Time,
Reigns supreme

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