The Time Poem by Binod Bastola

The Time



Truth of the past;
fate of the last,
How can I change?
Born in the wrong era
Or epoch was not in time
Can't rewind life; one more retake of my time.
Serendipity or scapegoat by time?
Or fallen in the unfound?
The answer is still unfold
How to hold this hurricane roar
Seldom is not often;
Often asked by seldom!
Looted by lost
Left by my gashed
No more desired to face the same race
But in the same time of taste!

Sunday, August 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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