By Ajai Kumar Dayal
The clock is on an odyssey,
to where, I do not know.
It has a certain constancy,
though some complain, it's slow.
One day I decided,
that I would bob along.
Walking hand in hand with it,
to get where I belong.
Surely, it would lead me
to my golden edged dream?
It would take me soaring,
to a destiny unseen?
But since I joined the journey
a strange thought’s troubling me.
Will I perambulate this way
until eternity?
Now that it has me in its grasp,
I’ve failed to extricate
from its cloying sweet embrace.
There's simply, no escape.