Sands of Time

Grains of time in a jar
Each one etched with a memory,
Precious moments of mine.
When it is therefore time to go
How can I leave them behind?
Away I wish to carry my moments
On the eternal journey of mine!
 
Stop there will you please mere mortal?
No one has ever
Been able to claim time as one’s own.
The moments that you claim as yours
Are but mere illusions of your mind.
 
Time is universal and not anyone’s alone.
It is impartial and treats all as unknown.
Yet you humans, naive that you are,
Like to label moments, as per your desire.
A moment that is good to you,
May bring tears in eyes of another
And one where you felt cheated
Had a bright spark in store for other.
 
So proceed on your journey fellow human.
Content in this one sole knowledge.
Time itself is the journey that you undertake
And not one in which,
you can afford carrying any baggage.

Copyright @ Goutam Dutta

What do you see # 51 – 12 October’20