Time

For time
it must be the same
ticking off in different chimes
shapes that it cannot change.
For time it must be the same
stuck to the wall,
the wrist,
the table tops
twirling like dancers
when fingers twirl it's head.
For time it must be tedious
keeping time for others
never for itself
no gains
just the pain of moving
the same old pace,
never fast never slow,
till the end of time:

 

Trivandrum/Kerala/India 

I write for the sheer joy of writing. :)