How has this clock with two swords

wrapped us around its fingers.

The tick tocks and chiming chords

have cast a spell that lingers.

We hasten as strike the wands

and drift nowhere from somewhere.

What magic lies far beyond

that this hour seems so unfair?

But time heeds to no worries-

Is there a need to hurry?

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are -,, and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

4 thoughts on “Hurry

  1. amitapaul

    A poignant questioning of the eternal tyranny of Time. WH Davies comes to mind :
    “ What is this life if full of care ?
    We have no time to stand and stare “


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