Poem 3

 

                     Time, a thief

 

                Time,

                It rested upon the barks

                Within creatures upon the mist,

                Whence it took into those stars

                Came seen upon an absurd gist.

             Time,

                To which all the assumptions standstill,

                Might rest until to take every will,

                That might It seemest that creepy hook

                Of manmade desires, until they look.

 

                Time,

                A thief of every perception rest untold,

                To what is dismayed but never took

                That is to see when it foretold

                But never suffice whenever undertook.

                                                   - IshikaJain

Key terms:

mist- a thin fog.

whence- from where.

absurd- inconsistent with reason or common sense.

gist- most essential idea or an experience.

seemest- seem.

dismayed- struck or taken with fear.

suffice- sufficient.

* It is an eight-line poem usually called an octave.