Born To Serve Time Poem by Kiranjit Singh Bajaj
Born To Serve Time
Consumed by time elapsed,
Masked and veiled the future but holds,
Uncertainty in every breath,
As predators loom large.
Sleight of hand, twist of fate,
Crippled, scarred or simply marred,
Does it really matter who falls prey?
To feel the pain.
Grateful to days elapsed for designs undone,
Prey to the future's prowl,
Born to serve time,
Till we succumb....
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