Time

As the recalcitrant time 

Never reverses,

And the wound of past 

Becomes unbearable, 

Manually I reverse 

The setting of clock.

Time gets a defeating smile 

And I discover myself 

In my heydays.

Wearing my favourite sari, 

You come for 

The legal clandestine.

The romantic in me meets 

The peerless lady.

Like a bolt from the blue,

The tyrant, the car rushes 

And crashes us again. 

You again return to your land 

And I fall down wounded 

Not able to go 

To your restricted land. 

The cruel time again clads herself 

Boastfully on the bosom 

Of my mobile to win 

My soulless body.