People say time
never stops;
but I see a day, it will
stand still.
Thereafter, I will
not have to pay;
the electricity, tax
and medical bills.
My kith and kin will
have captured;
in their album, that
stopping moment.
That will subsist
just as a record,
in the town’s municipality documents.
Birds will look
hanged, in the sky;
won’t be a new
morning, shining sun.
There won’t be new
moon of night,
would remain static,
the constellations.
All the rivers will
seize flowing,
buds of the moment
will stop glowing.
The universe would
be just a portrait,
nothing would look
moving.
The uncountable
moments that flown
and merged, in an
unknown ocean;
Then would stop
flowing, to befall
an essential
component of the heavens.
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