Thursday, April 4, 2013
Seconds raced by,
Minutes too were in tow,
Not to be undone,
Hours too buckled speed.
Mind searched in vain,
Amongst a maze of words,
Intrigued by the passing hours,
Asked the hour to take,
A chill pill and wait.
A stimulating poetry is on the anvil,
To breathe the fresh air,
On this very earth.
Welcome it with open hands,
And freeze the minutes and seconds too,
As time waits for no man,
But this poetry is an exception.
(Written for NaPoWriMo 2013 - 30 Poems in 30 Days challenge!)
for me this one is the best among 4 for your napowrimo 2013... so true!
ReplyDeleteApnar poetry podhe podhe seekchi kichu kichu. Sirg.
DeleteThis is just plain words that came up searching to write something but was helpless.
ReplyDeleteHahaha it's just your greatness sir-G :-)
ReplyDeleteCheers....