A Fistful Of Stars: Encounter With Time
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem expresses a mood of tranquil acceptance.
Allow me not to hate you, Time
Hate is not my cup of tea
Give me what you want or will
A cup of tea, or a poison pot
But allow me not to hate
Words are there for how they taste
Bitter, pungent, acid sour
Hemlock pot was sweeter still
Socrates did prove this right
Hate for me has not a taste
Time, you are a moving wheel
Not a static miller's wheel
Nor a thorn in my tender flesh
Or a cyanide-soaked needle fresh
Plunged between my collar bones
Move on Time, it's time you did
