The Grandfather Clock
The tick-tick of the grandfather clock never lies Suffocating the air around us The conquering sound of loneliness Penetrating deep holes in one’s mind Togetherness is only a physical aspect But our minds, both far apart Each day passes taking a piece of “love” with it Taking a part of concealed emptiness It’s been a while Wonder how much “love” was swallowed By the scavenger called time This silence tells it all And the grandfather clock never lies Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 11:50 AM PST, Barsha K 18 • 0 • 1
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"The tick-tick of the grandfather clock never lies..."