Anticlockwise
When I was a child
I thought time travelled with
the ticking clock
Grandpa always said
His childhood days were better than mine
To travel into those days
I reversed the hour hand
as many times
as would be sixty years back
To this day, folks
I still feel his rough palms
Planted onto my cheeks
and his course voice pinching my ears
for breaking down his precious clock
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