Time's poetryA Poem by Mrudula Rani
life in its length and width, a temporal existence
It is Nature’s poetry in time and space. Each memoir with its own rhyme and reason. In essence minutes are the syllables, Hours are words of a life span. Days and nights, the lines of the verses, Weeks fittingly fall like stanzas, an octave, a sestet, a quintet, some times it even feels like tercet. A monostich, is a dream of minimalist! The length of a month seems like a sonnet, Some among the twelve stand out like ballads, Others flow like free verse. A few filled with repetitive emotions, villanelle they remind. None as short as Haiku. every dark date on the calendar sings a monody. Getting past the pain of permanent loss pulls mighty strength of a soul. Clerihew like periods ease the blues of many a Monday Some months are greeted with anticipation for they hold joy of celebration, an ode! Getting through a Year is nothing less than living an epic. © 2018 Mrudula RaniAuthor's Note
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