Is this the time passing or I?
On the road of life, I stand to think
How far I travelled and long to go
Packs of days, piles of dates
Tick-tock nonstop moving years
Temper of the moment chooses my step
Drag as a snail when sorrow graves
Time stands still but beats race
Amble through the days; asking them to pass
And one fine day, they fly! I want to ease
I plead them to rest in all the bliss
But they are stubborn creatures with wings
How conveniently they change the pace
I keep on adjusting my clogs to chase
A look on self, made me realize
Roads don’t move days are same
It’s me that is passing by!
© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.