The clock on my wall
Had stopped at twelve
It has stayed there ever since
Was it midday or midnight
No, it does not bother me at all
What really matters is
The clock has stopped at twelve
Where I would like to live
Forever….
At the beginning
And
At the end…
© Syed Ahmed Shah, Bokultol,17th of May,2012
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