Once born from the womb of singularity,
Your journey with breathless flying spree;
Began with celebrating fireworks at Big-bang,
To the road to event horizon.
In your never ending flying bout,
You leave all the events behind;
With no looking back,
Until you accomplish your mission on doomsday.
Humans chase to hold you back to slowdown ageing
But fails, as you trudge ahead in lightening speed;
Leaving behind all the events of history,
To encapsulate them within the fold of gone away days.
Your formidable power of flying,
From galaxy to galaxies and their beyond;
Induce humans to invent means & devices,
To hold you for a moment from being flying.
Humans know well, once you stop flying,
Doomsday will knock the door
To annihilate entire phenomenal world,
Towards returning again to the road to singularity
In creeping darkness.
So humans catch and hold you back
Through the tools of memory & imagination
From where you are unable to escape
And be the slave of humans' power & ingenuity
O, flying Time, don't you think
That you are indomitable!
You can never escape from humans' memory
No matter how faster and distant you fly
Leaving all the events & occurrences trailing behind.
The poet is a former Civil Servant