“it’s getting late,
Meet you next time, mate”
Once a best friend
Now a time dread.
“Soon you are joining the rat race!
Increase your pace!”
But they never told the child-
About the crazy wild.
“There is no time! I have to go.
Next time I’ll listen to your woes!”
But does he know there will be no next time?
Because the lady’s clock chimed.
Once the dining room was filled with noise
But now, there is not a single voice
They forget nothing stays forever,
They may never see their dear ones ever.
But the world will never slow down
And those who do are called clowns
The speed chart has a high range
And it will never change.
~ Shalmali Nandini
Banglore, India
Wonderful! It’s so apt to the current world! Keep up the good work.