Chronometrical Aging
Chronometer,
sands slips through
narrow glass marrow
counting seconds
of elusive time
skin wrinkles
hairs whiten
eyes fade
walks limp
chronometer stops no way
ageman turns it upside down
it goes on and on
millions and trillions of times
aging and caging souls
and then
setting them free
as yet it remains on it's spree.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2009
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