The Hanging Clock

A Poem by Satyajit

The poem is dedicated to my love, Shrisha. Our love is beyond this horizon where we both meet at a point. But by the time, we'll be one; maybe death will knock onto my door.

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The days will pass with the counted age.
Hanging and tickling; the clock says.
Won't let us fall in love a bit.
Once it stops, our love will succeed.

True love has power and numbered days.
Hanging and tickling; the clock says.
Our dreams will croak and we can't meet.
When it halts, our love will succeed.

Keep on loving, you'll get some ways.
Hanging and tickling; the clock says.
You shall entangle & die in it.
The clock says, then our love will succeed.

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- The Dark Writer : SatyaJit Lamichhane
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