Realm Of Time Poem by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

Walking everyday
Along a path unknown
With many a thought
I feel walked on and on
By the invisible feet
Of great silent Time.

Eating for my health
For sustenance of self
On this existential planet
I feel devoured to bits
By the demon of Time.

Working on my desktop
Next to the diminishing face
In the corner of work place
I feel worked on and on
By the scientist of Time.

Giving a helping hand
To the needy whoever
With whatever possible
I feel helped in distress
By Samaritan of Time.

What I do and think
Of the vision in my dream
Fail to help me fly to Him
Like a bird of peace
Loitering caged in lurch
In the wings of Time.

Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar