The Clock

Art by Anonymous, Qing Dynasty (1644-1911)

When in doubt or some inner lock
Look no further than a flying bird
The swings it does with each flock
That coalesce clouds with wind
And compare it to a cuckoo clock
That syncs with heart in tick tock
As mind’s voice is no longer blurred
For time is mightier than a block
Even when a bird is in a cosy cage
Still could peek out with its head
Though a clock which makes it all strange
But it puts senses back to parade
As the home it takes is the stage
Each time eyes opened to the calls it made

Poem by: Farah A.Y

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