TIME ~ This Too Shall Pass: A poem by Gomathi Mohan



Time has managed to twist us all earthlings on its little finger,

 Right up to the final whistle, our Life-Game is a cliffhanger.

 Yet is a given, without its timely run there would be total chaos,

 Time has orderly eternized Cosmos's Harmony of Ethos.

 First time I heard Time speak, fell for it head over heels,

 Its rich baritone voice managed, a teen's heart to steal.

 In no time it shattered, cognized SAMAY telling us its kahani,

 Was a voiceover done by Harish Bhimani.

 From corridors of the school, college to university,

 Time whipped us into toeing its line with no pity.

 Dread the sight of its hands, on a clock's face sweeping,

 Wish gears on its timepiece stopped counting and keeping.

 Seconds, minutes, hours, weeks, years go by in precision,

 Forcing earthlings and Nature to make the timely decision.

 Grow and attain goals within a time-frame to cherish,

 Or be left behind in the race, to wilt and perish.

 Career-time revealed its bitter sense of humor,

 Kept us on tenterhooks, in the midst of the clamor

 Time devised ways to prove our presence well on time, spot on.

 On its device, our digits typed in digits and impressed upon.

 Such colossal power, wonder if it all ever gets to its head,

 But then with a screw-down crown, its hubris can be shred.

 In a lifetime's halftime, have faced its mercurial temper, Alas!

 Good, bad, ugly, we've come to sum it all up ~ this too shall pass.

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