Lost in the shimmer and glitter of the distractive world,
He whiles his life away,
And before he stops to look at the time,
It strikes him down into sickness,
Like a creature let loose from its cage,
He roars loud in a fit of rage,
Only to reach,
That it wasn't a thing to capture in a cage,
That it had always been free,
He breaks the cage of his watch prison,
Which outstretches its pointy hands,
That'd been empty all along,
And it ticks away through the silence,
Seeming alive but deaf,
He falls now under the weight of fate,
Unable to get himself up,
And with his heart, stops his watch,
To record the time of death.
Written at 6:51pm on 9.1.2017
He whiles his life away,
And before he stops to look at the time,
It strikes him down into sickness,
Like a creature let loose from its cage,
He roars loud in a fit of rage,
Only to reach,
That it wasn't a thing to capture in a cage,
That it had always been free,
He breaks the cage of his watch prison,
Which outstretches its pointy hands,
That'd been empty all along,
And it ticks away through the silence,
Seeming alive but deaf,
He falls now under the weight of fate,
Unable to get himself up,
And with his heart, stops his watch,
To record the time of death.
Written at 6:51pm on 9.1.2017
How true Raam
ReplyDeleteExcellent Raam. You perfectly hit the nail on the head.
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