Twelve Hour Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

O beloved! Hear out me
What I say solemnly, See
At my face please, away
Not from my sight, sweet, anyway.

O beloved! You say 'nonsense'
For my seeking some sense;
Don't say '‘no' to me hence
For Second is rounding within fence.

You are Hour standing upper
Between eleven and twelve after supper;
Minute is below to you proper
Standing very close to six like hopper.

Mark the Second's continuous moves;
How its ticks make Minute smoothly moves
Towards your slow monotonous moving Hour
Minute must meet merely at twelve hOur.

Climax! Twelve-it is now at last;
Minute now hides Hours' honey chest.
After sixty ticks Minute will discharge Hour
And will wait counting twenty four with sour.

Life is like twelve hOur, very brief sweety,
Let not wend a way with deadly delay,
Charge is full and may lost now.
So be haste always as we are Time's POW.