Time

time

Tick-tock tick-tock,

hummed the clock

in a monotone,

it would go on

with a life dedicated to

serve others,

unaware of its importance,

it goes on.

Doesn’t speed up with pride,

or slow down in ego,

just runs on-and-on,

almost as though

trapped in itself,

with nowhere to go,

nothing to look forward to,

stuck in the cycle of life,

tick-tock tick-tock,

it will go on.

If only it could feel,

it would know

of its importance

in a human life,

without its existence,

all will fall flat,

and the people who have gained

bragging rights

for their punctuality,

would realise,

how all depends on

this tiny device.

Tick-tock tick tock,

it would go on,

if only it could speak,

it would recall

of all the broken promises,

of being on time,

all the lies to friends,

about reaching in just 5 minutes,

when reality was different.

All the switched off alarms,

and all the abuse it would take,

for just going on,

but tick-tock tick-tock,

it would still go on.