Time Is A Hand.... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

when the desire conquers you
it may leave you
and you worry a lot
and in effect
destroys the peace in yourself,

what must we do to eliminate this sorrow?
we get rid of desire that comes and enslaves us

Time is neutral
It has no taste of grief and happiness
It is a hand
That opens and takes you
It does not promise anything
If you do not go with it
It may close and just be silent....

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 7, 2012

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