Time is but a witness to all of wasted youth,
To old age sighs and innocence of novice
The might of corrupt and to every triumph
Speaking volumes to a deafening noise.
Yet water flows down, the storm blows again
Neither heat nor cold, nor the loneliness of
A crowded epoch demands a soulful end
But every fizzle creates an empty space.
Thou art a strange mystery that hovers hot
Willingly unwilling for a masterful cease
Demands the world for every penny earned
Chase is the smile, end is a mere shut eye.
Author: Swarbhanu Chatterjee
Contribution Date: Jun 17, 2018.