The Tale of Stopped Time

Time stopped in the dial, The glass was broken, My sight had got stuck, As if it was signaling in token, Time was dear, The hour and minute arms, Had made that angle, It was such an endearing angle, That I did not want it changed, So what if I could no longer hear chimes in clear, Each sight at the stopped time, Brought me to that time prime, It was the exact hour, When I had bid my toddler goodbye, And he grudgingly said aye, With tears in his eyes, Of helplessness and loud cry, As his forlorn mother stood bye, I was moving away for long and far, The pair drew strength from me, And were now left on their own, I felt as if …I cannot describe, Emotionally drained it was that very stopped second, At which I had moved my cheek away from the cheek of my boy, Oh Boy! What a joy, to rub my mushy against his cushy, Feel his lean and soft frame merge in my burlesque, See in his eyes dad’s love shine, How situations and times bind us, Who used to cohabit for each second together? Flew now on different planes, Their time and my time now differently gained, No connection and having ache and pain, Why cannot we be free? True that man makes rules, But in the process he breaks himself, And why there at all should be a broken watch, Why should I yearn for time stopped? Time should flow smooth for all, And it would forever, It is man, who has to break the chains, And stay on together singing like angels in the drizzling rain.