By Amarnath Annathur
Time, time running fast!
Where did you begin your first blast?
Nothing so far escaped your spell cast.
In India they call you Kala,
It also means dark and black evil "wala"!
Don't you have other devil characters all?
No beginning, no end and never want to fall?
Making others old, you always stay young:
You were present when great grand pa, his duet sung!
And even when he finally kicked the bucket
You look to take some other wicket
None like you, oh invisible one,
You defy all imagination and pun
Providing folks with frolic and fun!
But ere the rise of next day's sun
You torture them with many a gun!
I wish I was at a place where you don't exist
I was told that in Moksha land you cant persist
Therefore I will try to go there in a gist
By chanting God's name which even you cant resist