My Time Is With Me

Time started melting down in my hand,

My every effort to stop its motion proved futile,

Desperately I created a whirlpool,

But with a whimper, the liquid flow in a stream-

and enveloped the town with its dusty road.

Now I don't know what to do with this liquid mass,

Which has started deserting me, going away from me,

I could hear its piercing jokes roaring in my ears,

I could sense its tremendous pull that compels me to run:

Faster and faster and faster,

So as to suppress it and give it a jolt to stop it,

To make it solidify and let it rest in my hands:

So that I can say my time is with me!