TIME / CLOCKS
I could taste time’s softness
In the juicy golden mangoes
I could smell time’s fragrance
In the bosom of my mother
And how can I ever forget
That velvet touch of time
In the palm of my childhood friends
I saw time’s soft smile
In my father’s face
When he took that snap
Of his first born going to school
For the first time
Time’s melodious tune
In the voice of music teacher
Still rings and echoes
I always thought time
As slow, tender, loving, friendly, colorful
and musical
Until those two unforgiving
Hands of clock made this world go
Topsy turvy, rough and harsh
Dragging time in an incredible pace
To a barren land
To an unfamiliar home
To this impossible world
Smeared
with blood
Where fragmented shelters
Drive everyone out in the street
Where children are fed with bombs
Where only two languages are spoken
Fear and tears
Where the Paradise is lost forever
Mutated Hollowmen
have seized this Earth
They will not stop until
Our living place is the
dead land
Until time is burned
And becomes mere ash
The words in red are from T.S. Eliot’s
Hollowmen
Posted for d’Verse Pub Poetics where the prompt is Time / Clocks
