the time

6. The Time--- DR.KGB

Mom,
He is not the boss
-To a single breath.

Yet,
He has to level the hill,
To sip the sea till the nil,
To spill the smoke
To the sacred space,
To gloom the Will,
-To pollute the well.

Churning the time,
Mom,
You give me,
The day and night;
The spring and like;
-The hope, impulse hike.

Still, Your son,
He-me- the tenant,
-Now also then.

Yes, why
The tenant does clean
The home and the lawn!

Is it the cause?
Am to be so mean!
Mom, he- me- the unscrupulous-
Poisoning the dawn?

             2.

Mom,
Are you fed up?
One day,
Would you,
As my dream untrue,
Be the ashes free?
To vanish to the oblivion!

Mom,
Will the wheel
Would wheel still?
And at that time,
Who would row the Time!
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 1o-5-2012
(Nascent Poetry)