Time

Look up at the shattered clock
From where you stand disheveled
In the abandoned dock
And plead guilty to the silent query posed
As the frantic moments tick
Through whipping flames and blinding smoke
Unmasking your suppressed regrets
While two twitching rusty knives
Accuse you of having wasted time
Living other people’s breathless lives.

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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

8 thoughts on “Time

  1. John A Fingleton

    I love this poem…especially the line ‘While two twitching rusty knives’ A excellent reference and image to wasted time.

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