The clock has begun ticking again,
a splash of ink on paper that had been plain.
I ran along with the sudden hustle and bustle,
shoving aside my mind in a tussle.
To break free from a world where,
the shadow of danger lingered around every familiar face there.
The pleasure of allowing a pen run free on paper.
Halt once again, to watch the flower wilt,
and there fear stood, barricaded by the wall that had been built.
It is time to bid our farewells to monotony :-
with a reflection as stoic as a bleak expression,
lost in the bitter caress of expectation.
The clock has begun ticking again,
a splash of ink on paper that had been plain.
Will I be sitting on the same chair,
past the curve in the path there,
praising the humanity that tipped the ink over?
Aditi Deepak
10th July 2022
