A Clock.

A clock that hangs in the wall The walls of the world it hangs The walls of the universe it rests Precise always in time keeping Precisely handles by unknown force A clock that arranged for ever Nothing it hides or nothing it shows Where it hangs a mystery When it rings is also curious to minds One thing no one can escape the time The scheduled time it maintains Where is the clock people asks That too, too much after spending the life And expects the rings of the clock That hears only in minds; not in ears The design of clock is in such a way Before modern clocks it hanged here After expiry of human made ones This clock will continue its duty.