Do Not Run!

Out in the open

In this life of mine

Whether we met

Or have not yet,

Weather is quite foggy,

Windy on a harsh terrain

As I steadfast in my

Journey and you are

Angry and in vain

Waiting each minute

To plunge on a revenge

Against the time, or

People of their beliefs,

My friend of the life

Lost in pages of history

Don't wait for me there,

There is no going back

No UTurn to time, once

It starts, once and for all!

Will we meet henceforth?

All in good time, just

Wait until a time we can

See eye to eye, but do

Not count on it, that day

May or may not arrive

Evermore, even exist

Do love the minute things

That take you by hand

In this life or next, when

We may casually meet

And may not recognize

In this long journey, of

Things timid or daring

What dies as futures unfold,

Not sure anyone knows,

Except perhaps the tiny

Soothsayer in our village

Under the Banyan tree,

Next to the temple, across

The blue lotus lake on East

There you may hear her tell

‘Dear one, you had your turn.

Let go of it, now is the Urn

Waiting for you on the North,

Do not run, you will close

Way too soon, Aye men!”