Fate And Time-1 Poem by Indira Renganathan

Imagine an obscure somebody running
Running and running alone...
'Who? ', if you can't guess, struggling
To find his road or path too- then
Be sure it's Time

Time has serpentine legs
Coiled and coiled in many whorls
His feet and head never we find
How tricky he boards the whole creation
A swirling snare we're caught in...he's a demon

Imagine an obscure somebody scribbling
Scribbling and scribbling alone
'Who? ', if you can't guess, struggling
To find his pen or stylus too- then
Be sure it's Fate

Fate is totally invisible..a cunning paranoid
His hysterical thoughts decide our lives
Pleasure or pain, his play, no use being annoyed
His tight clasp has in flocks the whole creation
Berserk the earth goes..Fate is a demon