The Era of Clocks.
poetry·@rajdeep07·
0.000 HBDThe Era of Clocks.
 I watch the clock go tick-tock, tick-tock, Life does tick on tick-tock, tick-tock, Death ticks nearer tick-tock, tick-tock, Organs decay tick-tock, tick-tock. . . . Done can things be, I can make my life now, Win a lottery, be a man of riches, Loot a man of riches, win a lottery, But I just witness clock go tick-tock, tick-tock. . . . Battery lasts its longest when inside a clock, Feels it proud at being the master of its time, But the battery, oh so innocently, Does bring about its own end while it hears on tick-tock. . **Tick-tock tick-........!** . Yes the clock has stopped its ticking! Now we hear out hearts’ warm beating! No more time bombs in the world now! Day and night could come and go now!