Time Flies

 

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My dreams never relate to future

events of fear, defeat, dejection

take shape diabolically self negating

to make me cry at odd hours of night.

 

My childhood run recedes

my present worries tease me

my youth stands aslant 

blocking my dreams

which still  burn on pyres

of overwilled passion

now in sacrificial flame.

 

My waking reveries are a timepass

my dawn passes, noon too vanishes

the past pushes me through the routine

to get dream time where my past

is the actor director in a strange role.

Sabita Sahu