Victory
Time changing
and
the time changed
Both together look at the time
that a sigh flowers the dead bodies.
Whether we try or dont
The time changes
Or time is changed..
Whether they kill or don’t
People die for a mild pain of happiness
shedding tears is a game for a camera
a laughter shouts out through the windows
that the teeth covers the curtains.
Whether you try or don’t
We suffer from the cricket’s score
And
a victory of an accident.
Holy men talk of concepts
Where a time trumpets
At a blinking and
With dozing sunken eyes
Asks the next man sitting beside,
Tell me the name of the film????
Or what????
He adjusts the time at his wristwatch
Or else
He ll be late for his wife.
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