Time

On every wrist,
Time on a strap.
Movements of people,
Constrained by time’s leash.
Time was the master,
Commanding and holding sway,
Doling out favours
To those who obeyed. 
So it was a partnership.
Between time and society’s famous, rich.

A few however strode a different path.
Slipping out of time’s vice-like grip.
These handful few;
A life of struggle, maybe, they lived. 
Peace however was their confidant.
Loading their sleep with dreams.

Poetry Copyright @ Goutam

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