At the mercy of time
I spent my days running
Dictated by a watch’s hand
Wishing for a poet’s day
I get older by the minute
Hoping for hopes of after years
Losing the life in my hand
I live on handouts of time
A life that by no means is mine
Second-hand me in first hand time
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| Pic Courtesy: Awais Kazi |
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