AHEAD OR BACK
Churning Time's eternal wheels
Its deafening cacophony chilling my heart;
A gust of dry wind and apuff of black smoke
Emerging from my nostril beneath.
The glimmering penumbra's might,
Comes like a blessing in disguise, thought I,
But the rugged mountain slope and the dead black river
Redifing the chiaroscuro.
Caught in the labyrinths of civilization,
Oblivious to the nectar-sucking bees,
A child clinging to the father's bosom.
The soil beckoning the rain-
Am I going ahead or back in time?