Finals

By Nandhini S

Another day with a gasp,

shortened to a thin flick.

Just another moment with a hasp:

Nothing short of slick.

Judge thy morning star.

Going not so far north

Vying the myths from afar

calling you a sloth.

Been in motion

marring all the flash.

Cleaving thou but no caution

jewel or a dash?

Can’t get the moon,

can’t hang on to the bliss.

Can’t move on soon;

can’t set up amiss.

Beats born in a rumble,

Fading into a dull trail;

Poor people, all drowning in the tumble,

of a fate so frail;

As a hurdle slows

Mere a man could afresh

The sight it glows and so it flows

Meandering through all the mesh!

By Nandhini S