Sometimes the life seems beautiful,
And time plentiful…
To weave yarns of warmth
Around the winter chill
Time long enough to leisurely kill
And play with the wall clock
The way he demands –
Fastening and slowing the moments,
Twisting the hour, minute and second hands
Or by pulling off my wrist watch
To wrap it fast…
Around his tiny wrist,
And break into that laughter blast!
Mocking at the hollowness
Of all the high-held humour
That human race enthuses
But like a patient tumour
That takes its time to tell its presence
A lifetime to let you know
May be like some promised comet
Or some dormant volcano…
Oh no!
But he seldom knows all that
And only I am supposing
These demons of derisiveness
On a naughty head imposing
His callowness is verily true
But how so much deceptive
Are those tiddly crystal eyes
To hold me always captive
And yes, those are now rolling fast
To catch a glimpse of thought
That goes into that earnest job
Of doctoring the lid on the pot
And seldom should you enter
This workshop on the go
And better pledge your trust
And to the king…you bow
'To quetch, to yearn, to strive,
To hoard, to earn, to hive…'
If nothing else does matter
And life is designed to shatter
Then...
Sometimes, this strife seems meaningful
To rub against the time
To spring at once in running spree
And play him a lullaby chime…
