On the Clock
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| There's always a time to live, ain't it for death Image by George Hodan, Public Domain Pictures |
It will never tell me unless I ask:
It is the time to wake up
It is the time to get ready
It is the time to ride
It is the time to work
Come love or hate, peace or war,
As cold as a winter misty morning
It trods no matter what is in the offing
Stand tall like the Kanglasha
But nay, it matters no century, no era
How would it be to be it
In the surrounding, like it, to be ever fit?
—like it, to push aside all the follies
But just tell, like naturally fruity are the berries,
The time to live and the time to die
And all the other things, just deny.
It is the time to plunder
It is the time to loot
It is the time to kill
It is the time to destroy.
II
I'm worried
There is nothing I believe in
There is no one I can talk to
I have even started believing
There is nothing to believe
There is only opinion I hold
Only I'm made of living things
Death looks down upon them.
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Here's How to Stop Time
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One of the best songs to hit the local music scene in recent time
by the Imphal Talkies
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| Image: A screenshot from Youtube; Courtesy: Imphal Talkies/Deepak Shijagurumayum |
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