Sonnet On Time

The Guardian of 'Past', 'Present' and 'Future',

Always takes its stand beside the 'Present';

Regardless, the distress in its blooper.

Yet, terribly scared of child 'Hope Present ';

Viciously poisons it to choke to death,

On ignorance, its 'immortal crescent'.

The mysterious 'Past' with 'ice-cold' breath ;

Trapped the soul beneath its claying lodgings,

And delivered it to the funeral hearth.

The uncertain 'Future ' keeps on dodging,

The destined realities with a fear,

Impotent towards the 'long-time' longing,

Efficacious to go around the sphere,

Knowing that the end is frightfully near.