Time

In the horrific episode of a tormented past,
A rather peculiar apparition drew its form,
An old bowed head trudging along,
Sickle whispering to unleashed thoughts,
Slashing their shackles, exciting the mind
from whence they were wrought
He wandered along, unforgiving, watching
A bent old man trudging through a wilderness.

She held a tear, wanting to be strong
In a mysterious merciless abyss
Trapped in a plot to which she was bound.
A torrent of excruciating eternal memories,
Coerced her to beg Fortune’s kiss.
Like a lost soul she wandered along
Losing herself in a seditious bliss.

The ancient one smiled to himself and trudged along
In the chaos she had lost herself,
He found a path, steady, ancient, strong.
Slowly he walked, each step deliberate and planned
The sickle a luminous specter,
Slashing the ethereal memories.
He stopped once, after the storm
and Embraced the bewildered child.
Startled eyes open slowly,
As a peculiar sight welcomed the dawn,
And the sun shone brilliantly on
The old man and the child as they walked on.

Nandi 09-05-03