Time
The clocks still tick by.
What have you even done,
To warrant a place so high,
And have fabricated fun.
Is your world much worth,
The strict concern of time.
A snail's grit is more mirth,
Shot before the final chime.
Copyright © Kaivalya Vaidya | Year Posted 2022
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