Faceless creature this one, bows to none,
ranting, cursing, howling, despair, they will move not
the fingers of time will move as they will,
there can be no reruns
we cannot mold them to our will
no repeats
no playin catch up with yesterday
we cannot retrace our steps
for the sands of time have long erased their mark
overrun by a thousand other footsteps
I hear moaning, the leaves disturbed by their intimacy with the winds of change
they'd rather stay green, but the seasons will not bend to their will
I sense smoke as cloud walls clash, their fire released
my skin feels the chilly tingles from a brush with the rain
time, and time again.
Beautiful narration of changing climate and onset of rains. Enjoyed reading the meaningful poem. Thanks for sharing.8 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Ratnakar Mandlik for taking time to read and comment