Clocks

Mar 3, 2023

1 min read

By Shubham Jhunjhunwala

As it ticks down,

Avenues open,

For a second chance,

For a fresh opportunity,

You think,

You grin,

And the impossible seems possible.

As it ticks up,

Avenues close,

On your opportunistic gluttony,

On your heedless desires,

You shriek,

You weep,

And time's up.

By Shubham Jhunjhunwala

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