A Slave Of Time

A SLAVE OF TIME
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On the beach sand, they sit at dusk;
Her head rests on his shoulder.
The beach breeze, in their ears, sings
The fragrant lullaby of Mother Nature.

The moon from above smiles upon them.
(An eternity it seems, arm in arm!)
Blanketing the brine- such little fragments
Moon sprinkles its laughter in silver form.

He kisses her gently on her palm;
Looks into her eyes where the answer lied.
He holds her hand close to his heart;
For the answer he waits- he could have died!

A blaze of light, from eternity, comes;
"Something's not right!", the boy thinks.
The light vanishes and leaves behind
A dark nothingness,in which he sinks.

The nature is no mother anymore;
The moon now has a frightful face;
The breeze now howls, the tides are high;
She was gone to the ever peaceful place.

Once again I open my eyes and find
A boy perspiring on the bed,
Whose questions will never be answered now !
Once again I curse the time which fled-

If only it could be enslaved!
If only...

~ Rachit Arora ~

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