Thursday, June 13, 2019

Hour Glass (Poem)


Hour glass

I have an hour glass on my desk
That I fail to reverse often
Or even notice that
It will help me realize
time is ticking away.

If an Hour is all that I have to live
What will I do?

How I wish
I could empty it off
Of the sand of grains of thoughts
Or render my time stand still -
That is, as far as I am concerned.

Does it mean living for ever
Or standing still
in emptiness?




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