The clock moves on tick tock tick.
Sometimes the cuckoo chimes in,
At other just the bell.
I keep watching
The pair of hands moving
Meeting just twice
And then they continue the journey
Tick tock tick.. To meet again..
We both are like that too.
We continue walking on the path
Meeting once or twice
But our love never pales
It keeps us moving,
Fulfilling duties, and walking
The path of life
Tick tock tick.
The author’s excellently well handled existential tropes bring a freshness to weightier matters and reaffirm her inimitable poetic acumen.
Thanks a lot for your motivational appreciation
Lovely use of the hands of the clock as a metaphor for a married couple .
Thanks a lot mam
Brilliant use of a metaphysical conceit.
Thanks Nair sir for your appreciation
clear, lucid and metaphoric.