by newrana


I know this is gonna lie

motionless, emotionless, lifeless,

may be today, tomorrow or at any time,

while working, while walking or talking,

when its corroded, eroded rustic machine,

lacking supply of red oil, a block of its entangled wires,

cries louder: click – clock, click – clock, click-clock, click…

and suddenly, too suddenly, without letting anyone know,


Photo: Pixabay


4 Comments to “Clock”

  1. Yes. Eventually all the determinism we put into the world to make it behave breaks down.

  2. Reminds me of the song I sang to my babies… The grandfather clock was too tall for the shelf so he stood 90 years on the floor….

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