Immortal
Dom Kafle
Adelaide, South Australia
The tiny clock that hangs on the dusty wall
Rhapsodizes the never evoked lyrics in its calipers
Seconds…minutes…hours…days…and in eons
Loneliness bathes in the white lakes of the moonlight
And sings the horrors of this poet’s pounding heart-
Thoughts-they come in and go-
Words- they come in and go-
They but both are ephemeral.
What comes the first?
What is more immortal?
A poet or poetry!
26/09/2012