A Redemption Call

Time – Stop thy Chariot!

I can see a weary traveller,

At an oblivious distance of his tired remoteness,

Calling to you with his wailful moans:

“Stop… Stop thy wheels… Stop please!”

In his desert of Life…

In its scorching heat… he’s thirsty.

No longer can he tread his solitary steps –

Exhausted, he lays fallen… helpless!

Time, Stop thy wheels … Stop please!

His eyes once cherished dreams –

But all smashed by the storming winds.

Alas! He lost his rank among once who adored –

His name … now faded into shadows!

Time, Stop thy wheels… Stop please!

Earth underfoot crumbles,

Sky rumbles… but to no one had he erred –

Only a victim of fame’s cruel conspiracy!

Board him in your journey of Redemption…

Time, Stop thy wheels… Stop please!

[24 January 2002 | Haflong]

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