The scythe of time
Mystery piled as history, vex without prying,
Unsurety from nature puzzles wide, I concede.
As meteor bursts in the sky, baffling
So such enigmatic tales by nature blind-side.
Eruption from depth, on-land magma - flows.
Then wreckage from squalls, we gather consoling.
In despairing sobs, all our heartaches enclose,
Only faith, for we had no clues of life's ending
Yes! In the crypt, storytellers and wits are cast,
Without a word foretold, to schedule the time-
When infinite loses come in a glimpse to thrust
Will ebb life where the living could hardly time
If truly I depart, will I recede to your plight
And incarnate, soothing from a hapless time
Which vastly puzzles, as nature frets apart
So blinkered we came, so is our closing time.
Which magic in tomorrow prospects can pry?
Do we cognize how the sun in tomorrow ripen?
If flight of birds adorns the sky, then I can spy,
If I remain in deep sleep, don't weep. I met divine
Then must infer when the scythe of time grime.
When the wind howls wiping prints in it's stray
When the storm pellets ram tight to begrime
Till eternity allay, we must break up this way
Copyright © Nash Maramba | Year Posted 2019