Written by: Aashrik Pathak - 24079, Grade XII
Posted on: 20 February, 2024
From the next field,
Wearing a black shell
Death secretly enters the village.
Time boundary expires,
The voyage stops,
As if the porter has thrown a heavy load at a Chautari,
Life stops,
Time wears off and death gets entry!
From one path to the other,
Time and death wrestle simultaneously.
Time wins the death penalty;
Celebrates victory over death;
Causes death;
Hoisting a flag, Time declares a crusade.
The time every time
Turns like a wheel and comes again
Playing a flute!
He arrives laughing in the flames.
But whatever way he comes
Enthusiasm is always faded away
And transitory present.
