Bird Called TIME

A fleeing moment, gave call to my mind

About the crazy, bird called “time”

Sleeping on the eyelids blink

Feeding imagination on Bacchus drink

 

Cannot be caught, cannot be tamed

Dance when no one is there to blame

Play hide and seek when needed most

Pass in a toss, we find it lost

 

In blind she folds every heavenly design

Within the rhythm of missing divine

There in precious memories, she sat recline

I am in love with impatient bird named “TIME”………….

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