Last Question
Time an elusive thread,
Unraveling mysteries, yet time remains unread and unknown.
From birth to death, its secrets keep winding,
Yet its origin, and ours, reprove our theories.
A journey through aeon, our pale blue dot's misfortune, vexed with time.
Lost in the vastness, like dust in the night.
Time, a silent machine, devours without sound,
Leaving ashes for unborn life.
From young to old, a cycle we trace,
Each slipt second a heartbeat, in time's endless loop.
Father Time, steady and wise, holds the key,
Co-existence of joy and sorrow, for you and me.
Time, an endless film.
Time a circle, loop of circles.
Tracing new path every moment.
In its loop, happiness and sadness unite.
Time, our last question, remains unsettled,
In its belly, our stories, yet to evolve.
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Gisli Nair
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