Is my Time really mine
Or, is there a paradox there,
An absurdity, a contradiction
Well- founded, but where?

Can I do what I please
Does my will prevail,
Does Destiny interfere
Am I Master of the ship I sail

Or,

Does Time its fangs reveal
Its bite take time to heal,
Is it both Lord and the Slave
That, to whom I oft appeal

For, some more Time for me to live
Till you, O Phantom Time, eternal turn,
And, I with my Time are, alas
No more than ashes in silent urn.

In that silence then do I remain
Without both Joy and Pain,
My Time with me in disguise
I see it all when I shut my eyes!

In childish innocence do I realize
I, am my Time,
We walk the  journey in step together
Till the curtain falls on Life’s Pantomime.

(Ashok Sawhny is a prolific poet who has over 45 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06.poems@gmail.com)

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