Time's Exile

               Time’s Exile 

He walked as one whom weary Time denied,

And held long converse with the breeze alone;

Along a barren road in the hinterland at eventide,

His shade seemed more faithful than his own.

He planted fruit farms and arbors for a later age,

But ruthless talons uprooted what he gave;

He lit dim paths for many a wandering sage,

Who passed him by, nor knew the life he saved.

His visions broke open like tempestuous skies,

Then vanished mute, leaving no mark behind;

Southward moved he with his wearied thighs,

As a ruined pilgrim, out of step with his mind.

And often he mourned in the lowering air:

“I spent my years, and oh met no harbor there.”

----Affaq N Affaq 

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