Pace Of Time Poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty

Alphabets are like abstract images
Meaningless, they stand before you;
You went through them so many times
News they carry are no longer new.

But you would still pick up the newspaper,
Read it time and again.
You are scared of the slow pace of time...
The loneliness offers nothing but pain.

Within the four walls, when time has lost its motion,
Papa, I know what you go through...
But, out here I chase the speeding time,
Forgive me now, I can't sit beside you.

As much as you suffer from isolation,
I suffer from the transgression too;
Losing control in the tide of time,
I really do not know what to do!