Regrets of a Watch




Tick-tocking on your wrist
All day all night,
Whether or not you care to glance at me;
Rarely smiling, often upset,
Sometimes angry-
Even as you switched
From Indian to Swiss.
You forgot it was my heart that ticked, not me-
You owned me, but not my heart,
My heart is time; you never had it.

2 comments:

  1. Thanks for dropping by!
    That was quite encouraging :-)

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