TIME
Dr. K. Rajamouly
How you stepped into the world is strange
Your endless flow is bound up in mystery
Your galloping speed for incessant change
Left imprints in ever living history.
The milestones mark your age on the milky way
It’s a race on wheels at a high pace
A wayfarer’s journey without stay,
Yet, no trace of weariness on your face.
You manifest eroding powers in all circles
Even pliant limbs and sharp mind grow decrepit
The petal-soft countenance carves wrinkles
The sculpture in a quake breaks into many a bit.
You resemble a river in its ceaseless glide
Your resolve is like the planet’s orbit
You look like an eternal traveller in his ride,
And travel like the flash of light brightly lit.
Five senses, in strict governance of the mind,
Fail to unravel and charter your powerful role
Mysterious are your ways to human kind
Everything manifests under your iron control.