The Bloked Clock.

The Bloked Clock. 

              A. F. M. Ekbal. 20-04-2026. 

Mornings come now without alarms,  

No schedule stack throughout the day hours.  

The vestments hangs still and calm,  

And time returns as slower flowers.  

The routine I built for three decades 

Vested now on others, unsaid.  

Can't see the usual humble faces 

Of learners in turn,  

Those small joys take the time to taste.  

The mountains standing behind 

Spreding the breezy air 

Deadlines passed away of enjoying the kids’ laughter; 

None would wait for my presence  

Would not get the smell of this heaven hereafter.  

The elders youths and children of Lodi 

Would be living ever in my mind, 

So benevolent they and kind; 

Though leaving all yet shall remain everyone in mind. 

  

The task I undertook probably is done,   

Shall walk henceforth through the road new ones

But bond with the chain will never gone; 

Memories would be nostalgic, 

Or painful of the tasks undone ?