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In this poem, Dr Sanjukta tells us that with a watch on her wrist, she’s captivated by its ticking, fascinated by each passing moment as life unfolds. An exclusive for Different Truths.
“It’s time you had a watch,” She said In middle-school My watch less right wrist Was a butt of ridicule Now the watch Clasping my right wrist Watches me more than I watch its face Framed in a crystal disc Now I watch More than any watch Has ever watched It’s hands counting time Incalculable. My watch on my wrist A loyal wristband Like a firm friend indeed Deeds and misdeeds Need and greed Tasks and masks Upset time and space As the watch clasps me The watch counts on As I recount the many discounts That time could have offered But never did. I now watch my watch Ticking the moments It’s not the same watch Or is it? Many have come and gone Forgotten, abandoned As the new watch watches The new times In a trance of Transformation.
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