The Ebbing Boon

THE EBBING BOON Evenly a tunnel to be passed. By life Gradually it comes in disguise A merger of wisdom and chestiles. Weakling strength of faded manpower. Dimed eyelashes Frustrated veins flashes At a point the waist is lashed. The vessels fades like water clashes. And like a washer pottery. Beaten by life. Fingerprints of struggle Would show all over Like Google And now, some monks Some sages,one would not mock. A boon ebbs Ebbings that no one could help A time cometh That time can never outrun earth My time,your time would sound like a hornet A time boons would ebb. Ebbings that no one would help.