Impatiently I clock-watch, counting time
Each taunting tick precise, accentuates
Reality like slow motion sublime
With bated breath in-drawn, exaggerates
I feel my heart-beat loudly fill my chest
With rhythmic regularity at base
Internal cadence pulsing without rest
As in-built metronome increases pace
Distressed, I try my best just to distract
My mind from life-blood pounding fast and fleet
But can’t escape the solid soundless fact
This ‘now’ exists, exquisitely complete
The time has come where I can only wait
Till time itself unfolds, reveals my fate…
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