TIME

-Roslyn Rochanmawi Buhril

Mighty chariot of time, Incessant, takes no bid

Gallops past, wait none to languor and sit

With grim, antique bridles and turquoise veins

With rising smoke from each snort, waiting for none, forward it gains.

Feeble life to grasp the best of chances…Time!

Knowing not every ticking hand is worth more than a dime

Quivers around gathering weights until they blind

Sets snares to choke himself, when the loads outshine.

To muddle steps, taverns inviting with minx paramour

Golden goblets in hands, under the welkin of lechery

Gorge, to fill the ceaseless craving, on goes the hour

Execrable victuals, feed the flesh, that never weary.

Races hard to be the chief good, a paragon

Acquires facts and dates right from the throne

That opens an eye and closes the other one as well

That venoms a side of the being and lets the other side swell.

Canvass for the one true life lies blank, and on goes the hour

Needs deep contrition but is bounded, blinded and on goes the hour

“Would thou then damned thyself?” Echoes “Leaving for so dross a thing”

When knowledge fools and wealth slays, circumscribed melody, you sing.

Despair haltered the will, for feeble life is pliant and all in

Despite knowing, doom lies stark, ahead of all the sin

So listen to the conscience, the feeble voice when it starts opposing

For mighty chariot of time, incessant, takes no bid and when of late, what’s to repenting?