The Clock Talks

The Clock Talks short poem

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Round and round, I turn around.
People blink at me, I never unwound.
The world revolves with my feeble sound.
When people follow me, they are time-bound.

The sun travels on my arms.
The moon follows my norms.
I am called good when life is born.
I am considered evil when it’s gone!

I seem to be small; I seem to be insignificant.
I never spare people who are ignorant.
I teach people competence with commitment.
Yet no one really seems to compliment.

I am a man’s best friend.
With me, changes the human trend.
In life and death, I lead.
I am involved in every deed.

Investments on things unwanted,
I am usually taken for granted.
They assume to work for longer time,
But forget that I work in their sleeping time.

I warn people, time and again.
People seem to make an endless bargain.
Like holding a torch in heavy rain,
Caring for them is just in vain.

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My name is Deepak Janardhan. I live in Bangalore and work for IBM as a Technical Writer. I started writing at the age of 20 years and since then writing has been the love of my life. I am a passionate writer, a hobbyist photographer, an incessant learner and eternal dreamer.
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