I don’t kill time
It gets killed on its own
when I think or write
Is not thinking grains of time
in the thread of life
grains get killed by being there
we go on gathering
and store unwanted beads
beads of words, beads of needs
we need to clean to maintain
all we collect through time
there’s no way to abstain
I don’t kill time
time does kill me slowly
one day I will vanish..
©Sunila.. 13/12/2016.
An exquisite, time-related theme, incorporating profound thoughts.
Many thanks for your delightful words, Vijay ji!:) Humbled!
Concise and fatalistic,it nevertheless conveys a welcome undertone of acerbic observation.
Many thanks for your wonderful comment, Louis Sir! 🙂 Merry Christmas!