Standing in wait
For time to pass.
Shouldn’t we ponder
About the tuft of grass?
In perpetual wait
May be for our gait
To pass through…….
We……..some of us
Born in stark ignominy
And some of a different class
All are either in action…..
Meeting life’s hurly-burly
Or may be just
Facing opprobrium
Drugged by time-opium
In climes varied
You work ceaseless
Or rest in languid
State ,must you keep
Yourself abreast of
All norms.
Still standing in
mute
Wait for time to
pass.
Penner befriending
time-mauled
Mass: of some
forbidden class,
Liquification morbid in a glass.