The Time Indicator Of Clock

The time indicator of clock
Is going round and round
And I am getting older
And the pages of Calendar
Are its daily reminder.

Through the pain of loneliness
Insult and shame
I am passing my best time of youth
And I don't even know your name.

Time is running out
The burden of sorrow is increasing day by day
And all interest to be alive is fading away.

In my lifetime shall I be so lucky
To hold you close to me?
Babe this difficult question
Is recurring in my brain
Over and over again.

poem by Asif Andalib
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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