Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem


Time

The hour glass measures
infinite space, when time 
is in doldrums, and clock 
stops ticking. The clock 
of ancient times lies wasted 
in sands. The waves of seas 
measure the immeasurable.

Once upon a time man wrote, 
hunted and made homes. Wrote 
time on feverish sands. The hour glass 
measured history and ticking of time
minute by minute, second by second,
and out of supernal time gods and goddesses 
rode on chariot horses, with sounds of neighing. 
Out of the caves of time, the gods drew elixir 
from firmaments of hope. Time. 

 
 

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