TIME

  Time     

  An incessantly

  Flowing river…. 

  Has neither

  A beginning

  Nor an end.

  Run by  none

  Has depth immense.                                              

  Impossible to break in fragments            

  It keeps silence and quiet.                                      

  But in a drop

  Of this ever flowing river,

  Are numbers of

  Dancing universe            

  Vouching density of drop.

  Which has a beginning                                  

  And also an end.            

  Between the striking

  Of the beginning and the end

  Each string

  Tightly fixed in its guitar

  Breaks its silence

  Before a touch,

  Revealing deep mystics  

  Note by note,

  Its depth

  Becomes known

  And its flow

  Broken.

  Time becomes arranged thus

  In days, months and years.