Wrath Of Time
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In 1979, my great grandfather died,
when a cuckoo clock dropped on his cuckoo head.
On his deathbed, he warned us, for the wrath of time was coming.
And since then, never saw I, a glimpse of time,
For all clocks from the castle, were disbanded.
I wondered if time could be stopped by killing clocks.
Thereafter, Life took an unexpected turn.
I ate when I was hungry, and slept when tired,
Played till I was breathless, and learned when required.
And I never really got the concept of melody or rhyme,
I couldn’t care less, I didn’t know the time.
Those surely were the happiest days of my life.
But when I saw my first hair grow gray,
That is when I started feeling afraid,
For something had passed, but I couldn’t recall what.
So I ran away to the nearest town,
to find the meaning, behind my meaningless frown,
So much so, that now I was starting to rhyme.
With what I saw, I was quite shocked,
I do not joke, I saw moving clocks.
In hands, in pockets; and their leader, the one on the tower.
Tick Tock Tick, I see my life waste away now,
But it’s okay, people say, at least you know the schedule and how.
As if time has given a meaning to their life.
Now I have breakfast at Nine, and lunch at Two
And I do not sleep when I really want to.
I just remember how the night was so beautiful once.
But what is strange, is not my story,
Not how this society has twirled,
what is strange is, how a cuckoo took over the world.