Saturday, 1 September 2018

Poem: OhTime, Thou art so beautiful!

Poet: Nobody

When was Time born?
Tell me its Date of Birth.
Which is the First Year?
Which is the last year ?
Or has Time no beginning?
Has it no end?

Yesterdays and tomorrows are Time‘s play!
Yesterday’s name was today yesterday.
Today’s name was tomorrow yesterday.
Tomorrow’s name is today tomorrow.
How dare they to change their name without gazette notification!

Miss. Past is a mysterious mire.
Hey  gentlemen Present and Future,
Stop,  where are you going?
“Miss.past is nearby, she will suck you in,”
I warned.
They said,
“Men may come,  men may go,
We will go on forever. “

“Hey  Mr.  Today ,  where are your four children-
Morning,  Afternoon,  Evening and Night?”
Asked I.
I’ve only one son,  whose
Name only people change few hours once! “
Said he.
“Then,  is Now your step son? “
“No,  he is my son’s shadow,
And mine too. “

What about Calender and Watch?
They are your lovers,  people say.
Frauds, poor knaves are they.
Cut me into pieces with knife,
Unfit are they ever to have wife.
Without fail,  they daily write me mail.
But put me rather in jail.
Formally dressed, winding and minding me with strain
All but to understand and use me in vain.

Even a rail,  rests for a while.
Why are you restlessly running?
Idiot! Referring to me,
Only you people are running for winning.
Not I, only earth and stars are spinning.
I’m nothing, you only called me something.
I’m standstill.  Only this clock is running with your will.
I’m neither young nor old.
Being moneyminded, You only compared me with gold.

I’m no more when the humanity is no more. 
Believe me,  I’m Really the unreal.
You only coined me, named me, used me and juiced me.
To outlet your tension,  you scolded me Bad Time.
To mention your pension, you praised me Good Time.
You needed my past to bury your worry.
You seeded my future to rape your desires.
I’m not what I’m Since you find me only in your mind.,
Being alive only in your knowledge,  experience,
In your Maths and History books,
In your memory and dreams. “

“Hello dear,  when are you planning to get up?
Today is our daughter’s birth day.
Yesterday you promised to give a gift, you know.  Don’t forget.
She is our Future. “ my wife awakened me in the morning.



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