Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Suparna Standard Time

I am one of the first poems I ever wrote
Blushing with pre-teen pride
Over the poem my father didn't believe I wrote

Procrastination
I called it
And I meant every word of it

Masked in silly juvenile rhyme
Was a truth I learned early to speak
A truth that remains true till today

Time is an ocean
Vast endless
And in silly putty style, permanently malleable

I am the hands of the clock
Nor tick neither stop for anyone
I surpass time zones and disappoint punctuality

I am Suparna
And I run fast
When I run late, but mostly, I run on Suparna Standard Time with ease and agility

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