A temporal paradox-

(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.