Poetry

Time

Time
In the void, nothing reigned

Dreams still far distant

Space, only a gigantic gap,

Time, yet to find a step.



In the cradle of ether, and space

Matter was dreaming to take shape

Time, in its incessant march

Had forgotten its measured path

Desire, only an obtuse wish

Yet to find a staff to hold.



At the stroke of destiny

He awoke, made signs

The womb was borne with time-limitless

Time is timeless, ever pulsating

And vibrating



The earth is but a footprint

Manifest desire embedded in void.

-- Lalji Verma