The War
This is the war between silence and the clock,
Silence,
It comes when everyone is gone,
And all movements are stopped.
Wow! What a great feeling for peace lovers.
But then ,
A small clock in my room,
Bothered me with it's routine,
Can one imagine how disturbing seconds could be?
The thinnest needle of the clock,
Is the real culprit,
Making the ticking sound,
Oh, I need to shift the clock
Somewhere else in the home!
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