The Ticking Clock Poem by Abdul Samad

The sound of footsteps reverberates in the corridor
The sun shines through a minor crack in the wall
Teachers and students alike rush through the hallway
Shouting, pleading, arguing, smiling

I stand in silence and observe
The classrooms where I had once roamed as a child
The tiny seats perched in one corner of the room
The wooden desk set in the middle
The walls plastered with paintings and drawings and maps
All of which now were gone, forever
Remaining only as that fleeting image
That lives inside human memory

Time, the ticking clock had slowly, irrevocably
Like a silent shadow changed all
The people whom I called friends, the place I called home
Everything