O' Time Poem by Rishabh Mishra

Lucid wave of force or what I see,
Bear earths and the stars and all,
Time, I know, O god's vassal
Let my bosom speak of thee;
Worlds and worlds are on thy grace
Now and yet have you face,
O' my Lord, let me speak of thee;
From thy court I thorough the common-
Is not yours, nor so mine,
So an alias, and as is divine;

Air's gust as water's flow,
From hadal ocean to the glacier's glow,
Soil, stone and hills lie,
Bow the service- pays the eye.
I heard of thunder ‘n of wind's plunder,
I sense the skies of bleeding fire,
I witness clouds, and stars bright,
Shower and shadow on Times' flight;
Such is the color and law of Time,
I hail to not any, but thy Olympian reign.

Allures the master of labor
And made vile devour w'th rage.
Favors fate and kind to valor,
Pay ace of heart to lovers' agape.
Eld and neonate is so far
Veins the wheel-Of love and war;
Arcs of cenotaph to soar,
And men of blue blood roar,
Summon to thee or taste the sour.
Thou faceless face governs
The creation; is what stern and firm,
Courage unfettered on thy blow
Hath won the worlds- high and low.

Mind's covert or the scheme of malign
To dethrone and demolish, faith's reign.
Cause of love and lust's premise,
Or a hovering wolf may think ‘t's wise,
Or an escaping caribou may prevail the day:
Though, all affairs must count on Time.
Be ‘t pall of stern or the myths of soul,
Of known-unknown or the creation as whole,
All is what, the game of dice,
On thy hand- hath paid the price.
Whereabouts space and on human race,
Writings cryptic or the signs engraved,
Pulverized to dirt, to the smoke in air,
Or raised to mindful thy here-being
To the mind's lust of knowing;
For I utter to learned and man of brains-
‘Though desire to know is the tree to crown,
And a desire to gain will let you drown';
Versed legible would unfurl being of mine
By God's grace or by the will of Time.

As said by Time at times
‘I made love fade for
Devotions invaded of lust,
And ire on higher, as,
Noesis and forbearance
Bellicose for power,
Ablaze by wings of mine;
I am but none- the Time.'
Such is treacherousness and wrath
Apportioned and punished by divine.

I know you best when I die
As my being is flesh, but in thy conscience I forever reside,
Formed deformed as force ‘r matters' life,
Let my conscious sense the Time,
Brush my face and kiss my eyes.
O'clock my love
What's what you are? Made me jaded,
My heart is 'thinned and soften faded';
Till you were my life
Now be my lovely death- lovely death.

Time- O' Time, the God's vassal,
Let my bosom speak of thee.

Kanpur, India
October,2014

-Rishabh Mishra

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