Time the Tormentor

Time, the Tormentor

                       There is a time for everything
                        Or is it , everything is, only for a time
                        Time, the cruel prankster
                          You robbed me of the halcyon warmth
                             Of my mothers breast
                                When she suckled me in my infancy
                                  You robbed me of the dances of joy
                                        Among the daffodils in my
                                       Carefree childhood days
                                   You robbed me of the glow of successes
                                  Adulation, and the relish of riches
                               In my happy manhood
                                 You robbed me of the nostalgic reminiscences
                                         Of the balmy bygone days in my aged years
                                                 And now you have consigned me
                                 To the four corners of the cot
                                    Skin and bone together
                                       Senses altogether withered
                                              You cruel monster now you stand still
                                                   To prolong my agony
                                         But when time comes to meet my Lord
                                     And merge with Him in His cosmic Timelessness
                                       Then to you my tormentor
                                          I shall say as a dart at your face
                                              I care NOT a whit for you.

K Raman

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