The Invisible Timer

The stopwatch was set, The finish line drawn, The time count started, The day we were born. The clock is since ticking, The time digits rolling, Unaware, we are fast approaching, The temination of our frenetic racing. The timer was fixed on the invisible mode, So that we do not get unnecessarily perturbed, As to when we shall reach the end of the road, Which the Refree deliberately kept unmarked. The Master knows the time and the space To be traversed individually by each one of us, A long whistle will be blown to end the race, Our lives' fanfare will come to an end, thus! Dhaka Copyright Reserved 29 October 2017