The
other day I looked at the clock,
Was
rooted but stranded docked!
Striving
to sway on fainted wall,
Bolstered strong, alas, lost & knocked.
I
had no source to change its glass,
Nor
needles that cared the past;
As
it was unexcelled, in feat moved,
Unlike,
how modern liberals screwed.
In
it brought new life, that breathed at last,
Shrouded
wall with gleaming papers but not past!
Few
steps back to see now immaculate,
What
changed it? The colors per se taste?
And
undocked the clock to float in sea,
On
uncharted paths where time shalt always greet! 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021