Infinite are the clashes between the two,
All what we want and what takes place;
Life is the best teacher to teach all true.
A child wishes to wear the youthful face,
Fanciful mind to reflect flowery charms,
Mock at their diminishing in time's pace.
Life is a texture thin-spun in time's arms,
A slave with the shackles but it all feigns
To be free like a free bird to live on farms;
The bud craves for its blooms for shines,
Perfumes, honey abundant for bliss-offer
But hates to fade and fall in time's reigns;
Life loves twinkles for glittering stature
Time carves wrinkles in its cold capture.
Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 70 & 72 Double Issue - June 2022
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