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The Neverending Time

 And then you're here again.


At the start of the post, where a new world unfurls

And as it does, time starts to uncurl,

Ticking away slowly, never does it stop,

Ticking in your ears, until your brain pops.


Each time you come to this website,

You arrive at a new start.

Where new time is there to bother you,

There to tear you apart.


You may disappear, 

But time never does,

Once it starts, it can't stop, 

Like  this post because,


Well, I'll leave you to it, 

To finish reading this poem,

So that you can start again,

And maybe never go home.

Now that you're almost at the end,

I suggest you exit now itself to avoid any pain.

Because you're about to encounter this  surprising bend...

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Comments

  1. T.SrinivasanJune 4, 2024 at 8:58 PM

    Nice poem
    From
    Pushpa Patti

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  2. AnonymousJune 5, 2024 at 6:22 AM

    Time poem is good. Keep it up.
    Nice to see different poem.

    Babu thatha

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  3. Shyamala NJune 5, 2024 at 5:42 PM

    Shriyannnnn!!! You have mastered the art of circle poems at this young age ! To come up with a poem which whose ends can be threaded and at the same time , does not lose its coherence takes a lot of maturity and skill!! Way to go kannama!!! Bring ‘em on!!!

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  4. Shyamala NJune 5, 2024 at 5:43 PM

    And I am loving the way that you have tethered the poem to the concept of time - it goes round and round as well ! My mind = blown!!!

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