Twenty to Midnight (2011)

Twenty to Midnight

She asks: Is twenty minutes a long time?

The sense of time eludes her.

Her placid, sleepy smile registers no urgency

at the escape of hours or even years,

And her refined demeanor, projects a sense of leisure, immortality and boredom.

Infinity of universe against a fleeting minute of a life.

Invaluable commodity of time is nothing but a fashionable ornament for her to flaunt, but not to treasure, for there is always more of it to have,

And be delighted by.

She doesn’t know that it tells true time.

She sees the hands, yet doesn’t see the meaning;

Awake, asleep, awake again in rhythms.

But on the stroke of midnight magic fades.

And at the end days when all is spent,

But everything was real,

Is twenty minutes time enough

To change anything?

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