Time’s Vengeance
Time’s Vengeance
I strayed pensive in the meadows alone,
Olden thoughts and whims, I had borne,
Weighing hard on my mind, and I’m frail,
Hazy vision, shaky steps, O winter’s gale!
Roses, peonies, tulips and lilies matter not,
Autumn robs the blithesome and so caught
In the mesh of fragility that entangles more,
Tranquility riles and so doth my crying sore.
Shadows attired as ghosts speak the old troth,
Silent worries eating into, like devouring moth,
With leaden steps I will flurry the prickly ways,
The loved ones part with me, sore are my days.
Find me alone for days that never see the end,
Inaudible whispers ah alluding to ways I’d wend,
The solace in solitude will be my cherished goal,
O my beloved. Could you envy my generous role?
Time has wings akin to lightning; it shall thus slip,
Who knows? When the poisonous brook will drip,
From an alien abode, the incense of abhorred gall,
From honour to disgrace, heed to this grievous fall.
The swooping embrace of time, an ageless advice
Virtue is sinking, passions vulgar with vibrant vice,
Stealing un-noticed into breasts of those unaware,
Time’s offspring has fangs, to stab deep and square.
By Dr. Riaz Ahmad
October 2, 2025
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