|Time, Poster color on Paper- art by ashok|
Freaking, fleeing like frightened prey.
With every tick the clock says,
Numbered is your noisy fray".
Eternal race, here no one stays;
Passing Puppets in this phony play.
Colors melt and fall into grays;
the countdown ends– wither away!
The mind thinks in surreal ways;
Realizing not the impending slay.
Shunning, running from the moral rays;
Awake!O! Frivolous, fleeting, living clay!