Time, unforgiving, you pass by,
No wounds you heal, you let the spirit die,
Castles of hope, dreamt once in love,
In nooks of oblivion, you ruthlessly shove.
Time, inconsiderate, you halt for none,
A life’s just born; and you say it’s done,
Observe the deprived world, you in silence do,
Aggravate misery, as you ravage through.
Time, hateful, your passage seems,
For the caged dove, as in desperation it screams,
Eternities have passed, under your grudged supervision,
Yet, all life, you treat with scornful derision.
Time, sadistic, you’re amused by all pain,
All lives that you’ve grown, then so mercilessly slain,
Through wars, calamities, you assert your being,
Wreak havoc on the settled, and again when they’re fleeing.
Time, misguiding, you blind my sight,
My dreamt vision, forsaken to your spawned blight,
Wanders the man through aisles of unknown terrors,
Your offspring, his coffin bearers.
– Archit Lohokare
Speed of Sound 