(Poetry on Time)
In the realm of time's great paradox,
Where past and present interlock,
I find myself in a quandary deep,
Yearning for some memories I still keep.
Oh, how I long for days of yore,
When laughter echoed, carefree galore,
But alas, they're all gone, never ever to return,
A lesson learned, a bitter sweet truth to discern.
No time machine can whisk me away,
To a bygone era, in disarray,
For the universe forbids such flight,
To alter history, a forbidden plight.
No Rip Van Winkle, I shall not sleep,
And wake to changes, the world's secrets keep,
Nor Kumbhakaran i am, slumbering in time's embrace,
Awakening in a past, lost in space.
But fear not, i say to myself, for in my heart,
I hold those vivid memories, a precious art,
The dolls, the frocks, those kindergarten friends & the simpler days,
Forever cherished, in my memory's haze.
Adventures I always seek, in realms & places unknown,
Where my imagination's seeds are sown,
But the past, alas, remains untrodden,
A location forbidden, forever sodden.
And so, I weave this poetic tale,
With wit and sarcasm that cannot fail,
In my best of Language, I shall impart,
Unknown facts, to provoke our heart.
But remember, dear readers, as I conclude,
Epochs paradox, a mystery shrouded,
The past, a priceless treasure we cannot reclaim,
Yet in our memories, forever it shall remain.
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