Poems by Vidya Vijay

Tick talk

a poem by Vidya Vijay

We sometimes call it precious.
And sometimes call it vicious.
But we don’t know much about it,
Which makes it all the more suspicious.

It is. It is a fact.
That without it we will lack,
A moment and a second,
Which we cannot retrieve back.

Recoverable? No, never!
So we must be as clever,
To use it while it lasts,
As it does not last forever.

It can’t be paused.
It can’t be tossed.
As time that’s lost,
Will always cost.