Turning the Clock Back
It was to be repaired
She dared
Its hands had worn out
“I’ll do it”, she told herself aloud
A sense of false bravado
But Lo!
She climbed up the Clock Tower
A determination to rewrite life gave her the power
She would amend her yesterdays
Her very own ways
She went for the kill
The youngest needle,
Most energetic
She picked
Successfully turned it anti-clockwise
Many a times, and that too in a trice
The clock stopped, but the minutes continued to slip by
Time continued to fly
Till the wise Hour- Silent and serious
Told her thus
“Dear, stop your vain efforts
You cannot flirt
With Time gone past
Circumstances, whether good or bad, don’t last
Your past, you cannot repack
The clock cannot be turned back
Still, draw comfort
Your past may hurt
But you can repair the present ‘Me’
For your desired future, you see.”
So, she tinkered the present Hour and climbed down
A hopeful smile, replacing the frown
Now, follows a patient wait
For her type of mate
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