Reflections On Time
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Time is swift, it races
staining the heart with the tears
of the passing moments-
but then time plods
- the hands of the clock hardly move
when you are waiting
for the right moment-
Walking on earth, paying for Original Sin
or facing the karma for the vices of ancestors
or bearing the weight of Existentialist independence
and condemned to essential solitariness
Quizzically caught between extremes
either you are living too much
or not living at all.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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