GRANDFATHER CLOCK

  

It saw ages come to pass,

Ticking, though heartbeats ceased, alas!

It's 'tock and tick' still pleases the soul,

Though generations passed in time's roll.

Beautifully carved out from dark red wood,

Great turbulence of time it withstood,

Intriguingly intricate fascinating design,

A treasure more precious than goldmine.

Inspired, I took up time travel in imagination

Of good old times as narrated in fables,

The clock turned four centuries back,

In to paradox of time I did backtrack.

To intrude in to Marie Antoinette's bedroom,

On the fateful day she met her gloom,

Saw her to be dragged out for beheading,

In to dark days of past as I was treading.

The clock tolled with excruciating pain,

As from severed head blood drops did rain,

Exposing bloodshot seconds that did grow,

In to torturous minutes &  hours in its woe.  

 © K. Radhakrishnan